Fish
Drum
The
violin
is
lifted
to
the lip,
kissed.
Bow
catches
the
light. Cherry,
deep
and
passionate,
an
extension
of
the player's
red
hair.
It
is Mahler,
the
second,
the
humidity
below
fifty percent
and
seventy degrees.
Robert
Beveridge
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in The Artistic Differences Project, 1870, and Mason Street, among others.
Tags:
Poetry
best verse has a mind of its own. this is excellent.
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