all is suffused with
red glowing light
like truth
at a table for four
red wine poured
mouldings on the railing behind us
have been painted
and repainted
over and over again
not hiding dents and gouges
listening Dixieland jazz winging rhythms
in free ecstatic bursts
players in casual suits
and accountant glasses
eyes closed tight in joy
for this is life
this is worthy
this is the red glowing moment
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