Monday, August 08, 2005

ding a ling a ling a ling ah

as soon as it's mentioned a secret unfolds.

drumbeats. grrrowwwls.

a harmony of wings, sirens.

cicada on the sack,
stump, screen.

against my lips when i was two.

birdsong bounces between spindles
closes in
passes

but tashi is singing a song from fiddler on the roof

a curtain call

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