
Perfectly Brief
Thereβs a note stuck in the air,
like you might do
with a rose in water.
A note β not bird song,
not a metallic clapper or strings
of cat gut, but a note,
written with crescendo longing.
Itβs perfectly brief.
One word: Wink.
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Quadrille #68 “Wink“
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