Unquiet Unstill

Will Schmit
Nov 7 · 1 min read
photo by Michelle Jimenez at Unsplash

The melody is out of my hands,
Only the black keys cast a shadow.
The moon warms to center stage,
Blues night packs the house.

Waiting for the chorus,
In a back lit row of clamor,
Half notes grow tails
In the span of attention.

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Will Schmit

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Poet . Provocateur. Prison minister. New book Head Lines at Amazon or www.schmitbooks.com Twitter @SchmitWill. CD Bring to Glory available for streaming

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