Poetry in a Teenager’s Brain

We were pulling out of our driveway this morning on the way to Band, and our dog came around the corner of the yard to watch us go.

My fourteen year old, baritone horn player said, “She looks so sad when we leave. Look at her eyes. They remind me of the inevitability of death.”

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