somewhat distracted by his bow tie
I admit to understanding his clipped delivery
the C to the G to the D and around and round
the sequence of sharps and flats, all in following
the fifths, not the ones we know from the street,
nor the grade where we girls rolled up our
waistbands, but the count up the scale,
metered and steady, with one or two or three...
or even five flats or sharps, or
his bow tie seemed to wink at me, it was pink today
and pink is happy.
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