Echo Music

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At the shop they play
that old echo music
packers gather
in the lane for
doll size ristretto
on milk crate seating –
the afternoon unbends
all these boxes come undone (reputation’s cello tape
begging at the wind)
all labels out ways
lemons belly up.
Then they are chosen
– just as love in those
skip beat choruses.

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