pond wine comes to brittle birch
this once because the leafage
slows this season and predicted
snow encases even earlier than
said this forest and this
neighborhood
traced blue across the instant
reach of long line copious
endearments make a home
and you can listen in
to tuba practice for example
dark brass on the rampage
through the bass clef
little pinpricks of incessant silver
monitor their place in context
of a spree of composition
nobody relaxes like the arm
long past conducting and
the listener at rest
expecting expectation
where surprise surfaced
as pleasure maybe this
resembles the nobility
enconced in definition
of a violet between half
tones being sung
in plain duet motif
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