a herd of minor elephants
trumpets through the downstairs den-
no mist here, but echoes, faintly,
of a student learning scales.
the teacher arches backwards
in a forest green bolero vest,
adagio and graying:
the blurry mezzotint
of a lesson never mastered.
Monday, December 29, 2008
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