bass
knows to return
to the
tonic
he comes
back to it
as
though his lines
are
magnetized
flying
through the air
in a
spinning
diving
return
like a
dragonfly
above a
pond
drummer
accelerates
each hit
picking
up force
causing the bass
to alter
now
into a
five-note
metal
and wood figure
then
bass lets
the
drummer
go solo
each
rhythmic phrase
sketched
by the sticks
divides
and subdivides
like zeno’s
arrow
forever
moving toward
its mark
and
forever
breaking
into fractions of
the
original beat
he loses
a drumstick
bandleader
jamaal
hands it
back to him
drummer
pops and cracks
more lightning
on the
kit and stops
the song
over
he
removes his hat
wipes the sweat
from his forehead
Photo by Dan Hanrahan
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