Saxophone (in the musical instrument series of poems)

Saxophone by Sheri

Hanging low fingers do universal sign of peace

standing with a sound of black eraser over white noise

it's Charlie Brown's teacher giving us notes of encouragement

make it hum in tune with whatever brass knuckles they bring

up and down the punch to the gut a hard ache identified

a deep opening when the body is carried through on strong knees

rolling the night up with zipping lips this muffle of clouds

and holding out for the power of trains opening over the land

like thunder we use to play it like a God play it like a wash

of waves and sharpened tools gone smooth as body drop in silk