ANOTHER DAY
The orchestra arrives busy magpies in their black
and whites chairs and instruments shoved and
strung across the open expanse ducks peeping near
a window savouring their greens before returning to
the lake You take your own leave passing a lone
musician bright as a parrot in
a rear corner flipping
music scores her fingers fluttering over each page you
wish you could stay hear her in flight drown out the
thrashing waves fracturing
boats someone else’s day
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