Small-town orchestra

The conductor and first flute are married
but he flirts with the second clarinet –
this brings out a better Adagio.

We fumble for scores like lovers for hooks;
at the bring-and-share, she eats his dessert
off his plate. We don’t foresee glory,

pack up our instruments in velvet,
fitting them snugly between their impressions.
The drummer jams, then kills the fluorescent strips.