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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


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