On the Corner of 48th street

musical poem

Syllables 
Vibrating in the wind

Clotheslines
Sing

Chrous
In the air

On any day
That's fair

You can come 
And see

The Leaves
Ring in the Breeze

Come and meet
The buzzing of the bees

Drums 
Ringing softly-

And whistles- Loudly
It's deafeningly mad

Letters 
Clicking softly

Together 
In my hand

The band
Beating the universe

With it's
Base

A snail
Making haste

A marching band
Makes way

So come and meet me 
On the corner of 48th street 

And play with me
To life's Orchestra
( On point)
Off beat

The End

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