Pantoum with Trombone Player

The sun is a disaster waiting to happen,
The gypsy trombone player starts to blare
La Vie en Rose again, and Hello, Dolly.
I turn Fairouz up not to have to listen.

The gypsy trombone player starts to blare,
today, and yesterday, at noon, at seven.
I turn Fairouz up not to have to listen,
and hear my panic clanging in a cavern.

Today, and yesterday, at noon, at seven,the sun in splendor, summer, and it scares me.I hear mywhere light and dark are blaring repetition.