Her recumbent silhouette
suggests a resting cello,
Reinforced by two-tone robe
with maple-cedar sash,
The relaxing redwood deck
reflects her sleeping shadow,
Resonance in light-dark notes
—mahogany and ash
Her adorning muted hair
evokes the Polish horses,
Rosin dusts the frog-tip leash
from gold and silver tail,
A lamenting solo air
reverberates with losses,
Transposes down the Saint-Saëns Swan
into a minor scale
The veranda’s cypress pine
protects a tiny surface,
Imitates a child-sized shade
to stay the waves of pain,
The descending water drops
engulf the resting cello,
The air cries, “They are gone now”
and so, we let it rain
Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 12:02 AM UTC
Her recumbent silhouette
suggests a resting cello,
Reinforced by two-tone robe
with maple-cedar sash,
The relaxing redwood deck
reflects her sleeping shadow,
Resonance in light-dark notes
—mahogany and ash
Her adorning muted hair
evokes the Polish horses,
Rosin dusts the frog-tip leash
from gold and silver tail,
A lamenting solo air
reverberates with losses,
Transposes down the Saint-Saëns Swan
into a minor scale
The veranda’s cypress pine
protects a tiny surface,
Imitates a child-sized shade
to stay the waves of pain,
The descending water drops
engulf the resting cello,
The air cries, “They are gone now”
and so, we let it rain
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