in the event

amongst amidst it all a
buffets the hubbub
a trombone
zig-zags sudden music
into new spaces
into open minds

before echoes fade
into tinkle and chatter
patterned words
are measured out
as beer bottles drain
as wine warms
shifting moods

picking up
where a poem leaves off
the trombone intones
its own syllables
and so it goes
weaving breathing
the poetry slalom.

© Paul Taylor 2005

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