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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.
:iconexillior:
Exillior Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm. Song please? (Unless it's jazz of course)
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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.
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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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