Tenor

Tenor


For decades,
to strengthen the muscle
of his diaphragm,
he’s pumped the weightless iron


of his breath,
his ribs bowing
like the bars of a cage
creaking with the fury


of its oversized beast.
Sans amplification,
he practices beneath the blue,
roofed skies of cathedrals,


inhaling the candle-
scented air of sanctuaries,
exhaling his edifices
of tone.


Larry D. Thomas

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