let us come together
and sing
your hands directing play
strong and gentle
like the soft distant humm
of the tuning fork
growing
louder and stronger
vibrations in harmony
the song forming
and played over and over
again, entering the base note
which establishes the beat
the heat, the rhythm
notes pouring forth
sheets of music floating
in a haze, delirious
delicious
singing to the very last drop
from the mountains and valleys
and pre-dawn embraces
Squashed Mosquito Poetry 
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