Sibled Syncopation


Sibled Syncopation

–mickey morgan, for Nancy

O sister sister, your cry follows mine.

Solo cello bows a prelude to your viola.

Saws the taut skin of a large afternoon

in low carves of shivers, strung and bass.

You rise in a morning of precision

and like a golden Ariel, fly to your sound

striking boundaries in crystal solitude

And there you eat tremors, your chin

dipped to the bowl.

I stay low, bovine-wide and slow

as shaken glints slash out to orbit,

rounding at the end.


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