Another new poem from To Sire, With Love- evoking the noir-soul of another sonorous and balmy night in Florida. Cheers!

to sire with love

Sax02 The lyrical child within,
Adores and cherishes,
Finding a new melodious surprise.

Ambling along a quiet lane,
Unveils a somber scene-
Sax ending at closing.

The club empty,
Clientele all departed,
Tunes drift quietly to silence.

Instrument drops, amp still glowing-
Another gig, consummated,
silence now reigns supreme.

I can imagine,
Him gently packing
away his trademark tool.

And shimmering out the back,
to melt into the late night

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