Jazz on a Spring Morning

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(A short poem - just for practice)

Jazz on a Spring Morning

On the radio something by Miles.
From the window snowdrops in drifts.
She walks in and softly smiles.
On the radio something by Miles.
She picks up the phone, silently dials.
It’s cold. My world dizzily shifts.
On the radio something by Miles.
From the window snowdrops in drifts.