Within the Hesitancy

•51/ Sometimes, in late afternoons, Pan will sit by the piano, hands hovering inches above the keys, almost motionless, almost trembling— they pause, soaking within the hesitancy before a key is stuck. Two wild birds, perhaps mocking birds or starlings, wings spread out in midflight, caught waiting before him, before the plunge into sudden sound, sudden release. His puckish face smiling.
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