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Barry Yeoman

Instruments

High-pitched piano keys

always remind me of stars

sparkling at different distances.

 

A muffled trumpet, the last

patron, near closing time

at a neighborhood bar,

 

outside a steady rain.

He bums a smoke from the bartender

who stops washing glasses

 

long enough to finish the deal

with a light. An oboe

perusing the truth.

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