Pluck me, I quiver…

 

 

zéphyr

 

More than breeze,

I hear you in receiving trees.

A little air you pluck

   on topmost, bending, leafy lyre.

Your music scuttles to some other ear,

a variant tone,

I hear my own,

it stills.

Pluck me, I quiver, one more harmony…

Sing me, lifting,

I sing you,

I flutter, just a little…

   assez…

 

June 29, 1995

Bethany Beach, DE

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