“I know that tune…”
I play time
like a flute –
by adjusting the tensions,
the wrinkles and valleys and
deaths and dementias,
by tweaking my tongue,
and wīnding my fingers
the whisps of the world
whistle
and tremble
and weave
into waves
of wandering awe.
I can bring you back.
I believe.
2 comments:
I like this very much, the delicate drawing out like a note, the diminuendo to a clarifying ending.
I love the two stand-alone lines at the end. They're perfect.
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