there’s this funny picture of the four of us
a frozen moment
and you are wearing
a beret I think
harmonizing a low note lips pursed
and ridiculously holding a ukulele
other dignified hand on hip
we are about 30 I think
give or take
I’ve got jacket slung leaning against piano
black-rimmed shades
smiling at the world
Joel plays toy silver trumpet
elbows out
black blazer
sleeves too short for his personality
and taking the front
fingers snapping
Esch is duke of earl
eyes closed red beard flaming framing face
our shadows defined
behind us on wall
yours is nearest
we didn’t see them at the time
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