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imagine this:
drumming words
to 88 keys
rainbow
ending
into each other
mellowing out
like trane
waters
streaming tears
flowing
sidewalk raise banks
to drains
cascading monk falls
following birds to sea
to be free—
the real macoy
how time flies—
wingless
as it is
leaving grooves
with unseen notes
screaming
night and day melodies
exploding
like cannonballs
sliding out and up
bursting
a staccato rife
pounding
drifting away
to return
when words wish
to play again
an up tempo write
as pure
as imagination
is—boo du
de boo de boo
