The Band

February 26, 2018
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Blares and booms, brass and drums echo.
The conductor waves, the guitar strums.
Instruments, raised tall, held low,
trapped air inside. Its sound breaks free.
Soaked in calm rain, I gaze, sirens scream.
The flash of light, a special 16th.

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