Aubade

The long, low sound of  Bass clarinets And the slow progress On a half-size concert bass Bring forth the long duress First wrought by sunsets And which now has Stretched  And won’t be snapping back Anytime soon. So here’s the moon Mocking age and books. Plodding, wafting like the  Lowest part of a concert, The […]

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