Boring Song for Don

Somewhere between the deep tones of a cello duet
and the roaring of Palisades Falls
you knew your time had come for entrances.
Racing through the movements
in impatient double time
you finished on a sharp, exact staccato
by which Dvorjak’s measurers paled
and pounding waters lost their awesomeness.


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