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Poem for the pandemic: 'Flamenco Sketches (Demo)'

~Four-bar vamp~ 

Saturday pandemic drive
grey and improvised
over empty interstate lanes.

Miles fades in and out
signal stretched
across low clouds, near mist.

Momentary lockdown lift
this piece has no melody, just modes
a gist of Spain in the linger.

Drift wist, sun blown buzzing
a standing wave all brass
wasted on pavement.

Improvise a solo outing, like this:
flame etches or men catches
oceans alone or these chests.

Let’s try it again, take six
not a demo, not this
pandem(ic)(onium).


~ Collin Kelley

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