An ache in the moment
          the whispered air
       on horn
             worn in the light
    tattered brass
             so slow, whole
           and again of eighths
                     silence measured

       a rhythmic pause
             soft, so sure – a
                     two, three

       to end in bending breath
          a tap of keys
                     and saxophone.

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