bamboo flute
the muse
it stood for years
against the wall
beside the couch
out of sight
I'd bought it for comfort
its creator showing me
how to coax deep sound out
once home though
it had no voice
only whistling
and airy puffing
my mouth was all wrong
fingers short of the holes
too much for me
so hollow we
winter debated spring this year
spring the louder surprise
and I thought of the bamboo flute
I thought of you patient you
I fit my fingers
round your clear core
filled your body with my breathing
and moved with your Music
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Judy Prince
6.25.05
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