Batons are for twirling.
My sister was good at it,
could tear up the sky
and turn five times
before it stalled
at her waist. She smiled
at this. I’ve seen
it many times.

Some just pass it along,
keep running for the tape.
I saw Karajan stabbing
the air with his. Baton.
Even the percussionist
danced. Best call it
what it is — club.
Cops never cue
the first violin.

Image: Koshu Kunii on Unsplash

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