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It's a coat with many pockets, each
filled with a different time and place. It's
standing outside the Lincoln Center
realizing your parents won't make it
to the concert you flew cross-country
to perform in. It's going on stage and singing
to them anyway. It's standing in a church,
shivers running up your spine because
for the first time you've created music,
real music. It's crossing a two-lane street
in a suit and tie after packing half a decade
of a life into the family van. It's waking
at nearly thirty years old to find yourself
carrying the joy of a discovery made
at sixteen years old. It's sticking your hands
into these pockets as you slip on the coat,
and finding a decade-old smile on your face.

NaPo 2018, day 19. | Day 18 | Day 20

I'm not happy with this particular iteration of this poem, but I think this has potential to be salvaged somewhere in the future.

I still love the song that triggered all this, though.
Exillior Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm. Song please? (Unless it's jazz of course)
ikazon Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2018   Writer
It is vocal jazz. :P Though, you might find it more tolerable than jazz as you know it. It's a capella. Remind me at some point to send you the file.
Exillior Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm sort of terrified but I guess I don't know until I try it. :paranoid:
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