Flutes
in a time of idleness,
when the tender breeze
Zephyr
blows and caresses
their cheeks,
they sit in the thick shade
of a rock.
drinking milk
or wine.
lulled by the rustle
of leaves
and the tiny song of the cicada.
carving wood
or whistling.
but the best flute
isn't made of wood
but from the bones
of an eagle.
to make this music
you first needed to learn
how to fly.
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Phoebe Giannisi
Chimera
New Directions 2024
