poem in your pocket day

since I didn't see you on the day, here is my poem for this year:

Jazz (A Variation) 

by Lorie Miseck 

A minor key swings open the blue door 
of the heart.  Brassed and unhinged 
sound unwinds.  Sunset slides 
down the day’s spine.  Slides down to 
the hour of smoke and wine, 
to artless sway of belonging. 
To the one, to the lonely, to the only 
to each of us held in 
evening’s aching arms.  Listen 
to the division of chord and time. 
And time again.   Listen.  Listen, 
we take our night with one part wisdom 
and five parts song. 

And the darkness goes on for miles.

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