Tagged: music

losing an hour in

losing an hour in
the middle of the night is
unlike losing an

hour in the middle of laughing,
of making music, of waking
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: waking

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all day, the rain falls

all day, the rain falls
in brooklyn like a fugue,
repeating the same
theme on its way
down – ledge, leaf,
rung, stoop,
ledge, leaf, rung,
stoop, ledge,
leaf, rung, stoop –
rubato-
ing and
accelerando-ing
together
with the ease of
a seasoned symphony
.
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after a

after a
packed train
pulls away
from a

crowded
subway platform,
those morning commuters
who are left behind to
wait for the
next

train
turn into
choristers, huddled
together
in
sections,

arranged
by time and
gumption, over best
sound, heads down,
conductor-
less, tuned
out

and into
the digital
music of their
lives, primed for
the next set of
train doors to
open right
in front of
them
.
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springs’ sleigh bells

springs’ sleigh bells
have sprung
jingling
in the wind’s expert
grip, leaning
towards that
full symphony
.
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we were in the car,

we were in the car,
listening to The Cranberries,
like every third or
twenty-third newly and
nearly newly coupled,
lovestruck or not yet
requited, waiting
to grow older
while sitting
in the parking
lot of the universe –
Dolores felt like forever
.
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in the village on

in the village on
macdougal, we found love for
falafel for the

first time, music students on
a budget, pacing ourselves
.
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twenty years later,

twenty years later,
we are revisiting Morton
Subotnick’s Silver
Apples of the Moon
on a
full Beaver Moon – who knew
we’d be still this geeky
.
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