Fabric like liquid purple, flowing down my body
I'd like to thank my dry cleaners
A baton moving so fluidly
It practically produces the music alone
I'd like to thank my student teacher's college
A chuckle trickling out of white teeth
Quiet
Yet echoing
I'd like to thank my band mom's dentist
Cold laminate was warm for once
Uncomfortable seats were soft for once
Nothing could displace my happiness last night
Nothing could stop my tears
My laughter
My groans
And my cheers
I'd like to thank this band
These directors
These parents
These people around me
For making this band
My life
For making this trumpet
An extension of me
I've loved so deeply
And marched so completely
I've counted so quietly
And played so loudly
And I wouldn't be this happy
And nostalgically sad
Without this band
YOU ARE READING
What I See
Poetrypoetry by me of everyday scenery Sometimes I upload in quick succession Be sure to check the part number, that you're not missing a part (even though they aren't connected by story line)
