Wednesday, June 29, 2011

haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

Calluses pressed strings into music. As prayer to honor color and
geometry brought by this teacher lifted now beyond simplicities.
Each student in present tense absorbed the cello tone. Juice glasses
were handed round; a tiny group just stood, transfixed, hearing the
deliberate line of melody be with the body for a while. As all repealed
a likely speech.

Green and yellow Palo Verde trees, smooth-skinned, flowers from
the cacti all around

Sheila E. Murphy

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