THE
THREE MINUTES
the
time elastic stretches from then to now and songs that made you cry
and somehow its all over in three minutes and Glenn is humming to his
variations and the echo of Telonious
and Bill Evens takes me on another ride and mends my injured price and
the blank white of the page calls for my pen and what ever images
drift past the back of my eyes and the notes in the language of music
allows me to evade the cognitive dissonance of trying to guess which
piece of music will come up in shuffle and the image comes in late to
seal its fate.
JWL
© 04/03/2016
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