for my cello
At thirteen, I fell in love
with a curvy, maple
god between my legs
singing melancholy
in a single,
slow pull
of the bow.
From endpin to floor
deep currents vined
up through my soles,
legs, seat and
((oh))pulled inside out
the universe pulsed
filling me
with that rare moment
of sublime resonance.
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Excellent, finely tuned even 🙂
Jim