Tuesday, February 13, 2018


Murmur, my ass
clearly more cackle...no
not that, either...tinkle

A myriadation of tintinnabulation
a cacophonous eruption
from the marshes in the south
an interminable, chittering gush over Court House Main

Swirling into the town's winter trees
filling bone-bare branches for a moment's break
its iridescence lost in silhouette against a near-dawn sky, the teeming, treble-voices
socializing, confabulating whither to next?

m.d. paust

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