Monday, May 18, 2015

It is Rare


Image result for public domain image of birch trees

It’s rare when the music of the moment eludes me-
rare when I cannot find the words to pirouette
through the spaces between emotional major and minor keys.

The birch trees are painted on more somber backdrops,
black and white 
and still 
the leaves flutter,
half-homeless melodies conducted in palest spring green.

If I stumble over such a lyric song note by note
instead of dancing with it,
forgive me.
The wind has made me remember to hang onto nothing,
not even
these
words.


KB

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