The fingerings of an undampened massage.
He moves his arms in a white T-shirt.
He taps on metal
Shaped to reflect the sun.
Moves in and out
To punch up the tempo.
Aching bass moans quietly.
Red, white and blue.
The bow moving back and forth,
Like single threads to a pattern.
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