B minor

The farm dwellers sometimes sat
on comfortable straw mats
around a low fire in the evening,
enjoying the stillness,
the space between thoughts

And now and then together they would play
in harmony
on some homemade kalimbas that were lying around,
each tuned to a variation
of B minor,
while some frogs in a nearby paddy sang

A song had come to be one evening
early in November,
and each night it flowed
in a slightly different way,
slowly, gently
and quietly

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