Of school hall recitals, and musty smells.
Of creaking well-worn timber floors
Upon which nervous eyes wander from time to time.

Grand Salvo
The Carlton Courthouse
12-11-2002

Blocky crochet arrangements,
Naive textures,
The clarinet player who didn't count his rests.
There was a soothing, sometimes tingling sense of calm
As he so unwittingly charmed his audience.
For me it was the dissonance of seconds,
A beautiful voice
Of simplicity and burrowed truths.

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