slow lilt of saxophone
eases across the room
stirs into us as we write
our way toward order

each line winds
with the reedy song
and bends our minds
with new mood

focused on lilt
we sip from various mugs
the honey sweetened tea
of choice

as the tempo up-ticks
stories evolve and we dance
down the page
our pens and pencils

sway, jot, swirl
and glide

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