we set light to it
to see if it has fight in it
jazz matches, blues flames
fireflies and dice games
we’re rolling like a river
through the guts of a tune
breaking the plate
to make a half moon
holding the weight
in a glittering palm
we skitter the jacks
we drop the marbles
the movement and the light startles
owls held in a screech
mice frozen on a path
and a broken piano
falling through broken voices
it echoes