Take Note
they said the score
was one to one
in the second
inning but
on stage
suddenly
i dropped
my baton
yet carried
on using my
middle finger
to bring out a
particular sound
especially from
the percussion
for once i was
one of them
but now the
woman with
the crash
cymbals
stands
for her
time
has come
after waiting
some twenty or
more minutes into
this symphony
after counting
from the very
beginning
wouldn't it be
sad if she
crashed
a half
beat
too
ear
ly
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