practicing was different tonight,
a new recognition of the spirit
inside
waiting for
explicit permission to sing out,
or at least to be noticed, a nod in her direction
would be appreciated, instead
of the hang dog look from
missed notes.
in the end, let us all be carried away
as if in the arms of a winged
goddess, her flute and
harp singing
into the
wind.
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