Wednesday 27 April 2011: Sax
Going Down
Sometimes the only way is down.
It's a headfirst fall. A fully blown
tumble. Heels over head. Head over
heels. Down you go. That lover
you thought you'd never see again?
She breezes into town
like she's never been away.
It's just too easy to say
the things you used to say.
She responds in her usual way.
Suddenly she's that sexy saxophone
you've not forgotten how to play.
I've photographed this artwork before all that jazz
Poem copyright Bernard Young 2011
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