Listening to Nora Jones
Light streaming across the silken sea
Halfway rock three miles away
is in sharp focus
She sets the tone
resonant not sweet
melody without romance
smoothing out the wrinkles of the day
I don’t know why they strike me that way
the simple piano octaves
a line of melody
a note held just a bit longer
The sound of still motion
Watching the light change
white boats are tugging on their moorings
bows pointing east
like a flock of birds
flying into the wind
the sunset orange Halfway rock lit like an ember
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