Thursday, January 7, 2016

Lizz Murphy # 7 — Another Day




ANOTHER DAY

 
The orchestra arrives busy magpies in their black
and whites chairs and instruments shoved and
strung across the open expanse ducks peeping near
a window savouring their greens before returning to 
the lake You take your own leave passing a lone 
musician bright as a parrot in a rear corner flipping 
music scores her fingers fluttering over each page you 
wish you could stay hear her in flight drown out the 
thrashing waves fracturing boats someone else’s day


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