In HarmonyA Poem by andrewbltyeA
flaw in the record has
immortalized a nine second strain of
Benny Goodman, swingtime jazz. The
melody, a mélange of clarinet and
nimble piano, settles on
the furniture like dust. For
a moment, the room ages. The
wallpaper yellows as the vinyl, like
the world, spirals on, oblivious
to its cycle, the constant big
band harmonies, oblivious to
its beginning and to its end. © 2018 andrewbltyeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorandrewbltyeTemple, TXAboutTexan by birth, North-easterner by choice. Princeton Class of 2021. Looking for a community of like-minded writers and people. Engaged in all forms of writing, but namely poetry. Interested in.. more..Writing
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