A saxophone is an instrument too sad to dance sparrows
on power lines.
(Never mind that there
dead birds at the foot of the violins.)
A saxophone is for the autumn leaves,
for divorce, for letters that do not arrive.
If they see rain, get out the sax where all to hear.
If mourning in the city, worship Him.
And no one comes to mind playing the saxophone on a Thursday.
And nobody try near the gardens.
get used to the gray and the wind in the window
dying spiral of silence.
A chest full sax
bat and leaves us well, with
invaded chest with the woman always have pain in the walls.
The sax no, please, Charlie Parker,
do not you see ash falling?
do not feel like singing the dark circles?
The sax no, please, Charlie Parker,
or weep together the next rain.
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