La nature morte

June 24, 2019

Between the hills of this city

the wind gathers like a symphony

low brass in the cracks

of brownstones     trill

along window sills     the soft

snare roll of loose leaves

street side a tree

                          fractures

a limb piano-finger thin

dips toward the pavement

asking for this dance

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