A Memory of Houston, Summer 2015
We were
searching for stars
on a downtown street
lit by spattered neon
in the rain,
on a Saturday night
when the symphony people
poured onto the sidewalk
like milk
from an overturned
carton,
and in the
stone gazebo
that capped
the underground
carpark
a young man played
a saxophone
while stomping
a bass drum with one
foot.
MR
2017-1026
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