better music

there is something
about soft lips
pressed tight against
the telephone
leaving a transitory
i m p r i n t   between
silence and button
down sleep.
the dirt road imagination
kicks up from tires.
the air—music
vibrating within
leather lungs.
crescendo ghost
staccato(.) breaths.
measure by measure
share the light.

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