open seventh

You tend to use
a lot
of open seventh
chords, he observed.
 
I didn’t know what that meant.
 
Like this, he said, demonstrating with
his hands what I didn’t
understand.
 
Oh, I replied,
you mean the ones that sound
like they are perching
on a cusp, demanding
resolution?
 
yes, I do like those.
 

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magic lurks
in the space between fragility
and resiliency. A living
being, an uncertain
future, exhaustion, the refusal
to quit. One breath, one phone call
one bite at a time-
a constant tension
impossible to ignore
the strike
of the clock that stands
by the door
impossible to ignore,
impossible to ignore.
the strength of her hands
once inconsequential
impossible to ignore impossible
to ignore impossible to
ignore