MUSIC SCHOOL

The timpani
drummed the sax player
out of his hurting element
reflecting the awkwardness
of a pale silent kid
with protruding
reddish lips
with a muted ear piece
disengaged and speechless
by the ruffling breeze
near the ash trees
telling each other
only the music school
will save us
from parental storms
here in the long corridor
smelling of hospital food
deciding to play soccer
on the green garden lawn
after our lessons
sharing our wash
of sharp
notes in our journals.