At a Symphony for One

Sitting in the room at
night with the blinds

closed, he hears the
rhythmic, percussive

roar of the waves on
the big lake and the

wind chimes on the
porch orienting him

to his front row seat
at the symphony per-

formed, in that moment,
for him alone.

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