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Mingus

Orange was the colour of her dress

then silk-blue too fast run fields

flit flit flit cymbal-rapid the horn

flicks to slow down rumble drum tinkling

roll like laughter to a steady field

through field there’s a waltz in there

role snare stop then the flowers fall

through her eyes dress flicks languid the

bass here my heart throbs throbs then

thrums and peeks a mouse my hand beneath

the dress orange against the no silk-blue sky

floats like a fair when I die

happy-go-lucky us folk we cannot shake

the sadness of her dress bass like a fish

under my skin the horn swings one-eighty

degrees the world gone wild like

the shadow of her dress spinning over me

bright polythene to the sky we hang

like litter from the fence bass bass stumble

swing free horn page through me finger

finger swing finger

touch the tender root of history