NovPAD Day 3 (a misguided poem)

the tiny child
violin in hand
plays three uncertain notes 

father sits, head down
must see the pavement
abrasive beneath his feet

bow up, bow down
coins in the case
hair flaps
it's a discordant breeze

we walk on
words in our eyes
silent wonder

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