Boxed In?

                                                                                               To Virginia and Frank, pianists 

               Here in this  small  apartment concert hall                                                           

                                           With friends who don't feel walls or floor or ceiling,

We see color-

Splashed, dripped and swirled on canvas.

Sound stretches, bursts and blooms

With fireworks that pours the blinding crystals down

and sinks us into velvet.

Then lightening shocks the mind away

From sticky webs of worry.

Tight squeeze

BIG BANG!

A single spark,

Then silence

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          After this, the snow at night.

                                       Noelie Angevine