30: Trombone Player
I stood outside in at the corner
of my house where my favorite
tree bows heavy with thick green
while two birds fought behind me
two slashes of white and blue
while the clouds hung heavy in the sky
promising a flooded basement
I could hear you run your scales
diligently and slowly
as you do
every single day
and I know
though we've never met
that if either of us
ever left
I'd miss you