daydream friday

out for a moment
singing a song
making up stories
i escaped
four of us rocking
louder than lightning
separate but equal
that was its name
wilder and wilder
heads down and grinning
somebody watching
i start to sing
holiday’s strange fruit
stuck in my brain
secret and heavy
sweet and so sad
moment to moment
with my clarinet
sounding out friday
a daydream

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