Impromptu
the spring peeper people
slowly shhhhhh as
dawn's curtain begins
lightly lighting the day's
stage
various birds word
greeting the new
not knowing the last
to chirp was to be
the stadivarius
cricket
amongst some thickets
rosening his bow
legged legs
resounding proudly to
take the last bow
in a feverish fit of some
sort of Paganinish fervor
even the sun was piqued
and took a peek for
at the melodic
peak as bowed wood
would do so
did he a
finale of
flames
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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