THROUGH STRINGS

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Not wind through willow limbs that sing of rooted past,
but our first tunes, drummed upon catgut strings, cast
beyond early stirrings searching words to fit a melody
of earthly work, we find a moment’s worth of immortality.

 

4 responses to “THROUGH STRINGS

  1. Music to my heart . . .

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  2. Universal language, married with poetry, emerges a song like a butterfly from a cocoon.

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  3. This time every year, I miss Elko….

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