October 18, 2011 § 5 Comments

Did you know”, he asked
With intonation that impended question,
(But that sqinty eye that told me he knew I didn’t)
That violins play each other?
That when one holds a note, another
If close enough
Will ring the same pitch?
You see,” he said,
With intonation that impended nothing, particularly
(But a sideways glance that spoke ever so slightly
Of accusation)
It’s a sympathetic instrument.”
How dangerous it was
When his bow arm met
His pen hand.
Triple threat.


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