A SOUND CONCESSION
Words do not always look right.
Their noises rattle on the page.
Perhaps it’s fate I listen as I write,
For joy’s horn, happiness’ flute,
Delight’s guitar, love’s drum
Clarity’s harp, passion’s violin,
Ecstasy’s cymbals and
Detachment’s chime provides
A sound concession growing
From this poet’s piano of
Black ink and white page.
(c) Cupideros, June 10, 2007
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