A Year of Poems – Day 57

I was heading back on the subway train,
head back listening to a new refrain.
Taking solace in the simple chords,
I first heard as I learned my words.
My vocab grew exponentially.
I still only know chords from my infancy.
That refrain sure was no symphony.

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