Passing the Torch of Music

by Brinly Teeple

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A dancing fire

Set in a circle of collapsing camping chairs

The beat comes in

She’s  confused yet intrigued

Passed from him to him to her

This time it skips him and goes straight to her

The fire seems to meld the bond

The crazy lady’s voice flows into her ears

She  can’t quite tell what is happening

The smoke has gotten in her eyes

All the senses are confused

But She doesn’t hate it, and “[says] it’s alright”

Which is enough for him