Jazz Sonnet
The slow phrasings of one of Miles' children
leads me to believe that there are niches
that each can fill like a band of brethren.
One carves a melody, one sows the riches
of an under beat, another comps the chords
and changes, one waits his turn and reflects
and reacts. All move together, no lords
here, a community that respects
talent and covers the failings of each.
No community, we all flail about
finding the niche that we think we should reach.
With no context to move, we move with doubt,
each one intent on proving that each
one's talent or skill should lead the march.
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