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"Musicians In a Bar"
Painting by Crawfurd Adamson
Behind Bayside Tavern
Barbara Daniels

Must I choose? Then I want
the moment after music, not
bass notes pounding through walls
nor a singer torqued by pain.

I prefer the heart's replication
like cutouts shaken from folds
of red paper, memory chiming,
glory around me like a bell.

Distant winds thrashed these waves
into gaudy foam. Supple light
gives the water blinding beauty.
The junipers smell like gin.

I'm lucky to believe in beauty—
dead cedar worn to heartwood,
wet feet on slipping sand,
your skin that smells like mint.