living
Blues Horn Player
by T. Jenese Thompson
bound male aficionado trumpeted a sound
danced away Moon
Sip tear,
hold note, whine thrash throat soars
Evanesce!
No evidence
No drum, clay, ring nor drape
spirit, feather, paint
nor shake
new world
new beat
no name
liver kneel beg
flint, moccasins, and turquoise
My father’s mother’s
father’s song gone
left with the blues
16 iF Magazine | July 2017
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