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Last Tune of the Set

The sax slipped away
under the harmony.
The bass tip-toed
to a sly seduction.
The flute, invited,
moved with the bass,
intertwining,
liquidy,
tart,
then out.
Three times out.
An exhalation
to a two-chord.
And done.

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.