radio.
91.5 fits through the pores of the two-pound
instrument jostling its referendum
on planned artistry.
Saxophone is meant to be
delivered, whether by skill not schooling,
just as it is:
purely intended as an assortment
of moments we call present tense
by choice not laissez-faire
of pure reality.
midnight provides the intersection
of space-time in this tiny room
where influx of rhythm trebles
the bass and light can be
relieved of its repose
to gentle or to rouse one
to befriend again the city
allegedly out there
equaling hypothesized
protection from the inside.
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