dream
Finding the stretch in between notes
inhale and sweat falls down my rib cage side
twinkling on a high note hang
holding as I slide down on my lung kiss
through each quarter note
my under arms are wet
and as I inhale , the little girl in the first row is watching
she is holding on to my thought in between the rests
she is watching each exhale , timing in her mind
so she herself can practice to be a great singer
like that woman that I stand here in the light dreaming to be
free
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