Should I envy the winds
That touch you when they wish
Or the golden beams of the sun
That find you through cloudy mornings
Am I jealous of the words on a page
That hold your eyes, embrace your thoughts
And places that you pass, keep a silent residue
A memory…they keep from me
And the spirit of music that sets body to sway
A seduction in the rhythmic way you touch
the world and all it can be, now I too feel
a slight jealousy in a 12 bar blues
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