Poem: Dying, Hears Thrush

 

Dying, Hears Thrush

 

mild lute, mellifluous 

of arpeggio.

 

a sorcery of sonatas 

beyond lattice

or rectangular crypt.

 

so luscious,

nuanced of gauge,

this lullaby,  this 

fingerboard of throat, these

warbles

beckoning me ...

to reminisce.  am i

uplifted by their inlay 

of jewelled sighs?

 

trees and the grass

cherish such songs,

i see, 

melting from delight

in immersion.

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8/26  ... eh ... 

5/8/24 ... 

5/17 cosmetic changes 

4/20 tons of changes

3/3 changed some prepositions ... 

Foot hurts, can't walk.  Might as well write what I wish.