It's Still Life

A Poem that’s Not about Dave’s Knickers 
although that’s the way it started

and so the song begins.

we sing,
as the piano tumbles notes
like confetti that pops

on one’s tongue.
we climb the notes,
a confection for pretty tones

falling as we rise and rise up,
our voices high as a storm-bound
balloon,

and we are waiting for our turn
to sing to begin.

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