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Saturday, May 12, 2018

Firefly at the Experimental Jazz Concert

Look at a distance and it makes sense.    
Everything said, everything felt,  
all made sense.  

So much need 
to be set apart from the world.  
This is the song
you didn't know you wrote—
locked outside the music,
desperate wild blinking
toward the lights.

This is so unlike you,
laying there dying.


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