GLASS-HARP HARMONICA
A glass-harp harmonica elicits response
by a form of echo - the nonce and the
noun of the moment. Turn away! Okay!
But re-engage at your peril. Those really
are shadows loose upon the lawn.
-
When I was twelve, I was determined not
to be a nothing forever. My days, they
were mapped with elan. But that was
before the farm and the fodder -
in simpler days to be sure.
-
Having (instead) become a marksman
by accident, I still determine new targets
each day - that bear upon the nearby
parkland, that bison on the hill.
-
You may not understand, but -
believe me - I see these things
because they really do exist.
A glass-harp harmonica elicits response
by a form of echo - the nonce and the
noun of the moment. Turn away! Okay!
But re-engage at your peril. Those really
are shadows loose upon the lawn.
-
When I was twelve, I was determined not
to be a nothing forever. My days, they
were mapped with elan. But that was
before the farm and the fodder -
in simpler days to be sure.
-
Having (instead) become a marksman
by accident, I still determine new targets
each day - that bear upon the nearby
parkland, that bison on the hill.
-
You may not understand, but -
believe me - I see these things
because they really do exist.
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