Sunday, March 13, 2016

Take Out

Last chord of the sad guitar
Trying to play Vivaldi
As if violins were rare,
Too rare to play in season.

The storm is coming, winter
That will outlast any spring.
"Prepare yourself!" sing guitars,

Hoarse from approximating
The terror of violins.
Everything will be as if
Everything had never been.

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