Improvisation on Them
~Linda Susan Jackson
He courts her with Soir de Paris & braids myths in her hair.
To hear time how they need it to be is the sound of dare.
His soft-burred tenor soaks her like grapes in wild yeast.
A beautiful loser, she takes pleasure in being incomplete.
He draws tears from grown men when he plucks his box.
She is reckless, never trained, so much a wound clock.
They move like movement in a still life picture.
She sings behind the beat and leans into the future.
Stepping out of sequence as though they’ve just begun.
Then again, the start moves back, depending on the run.
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