A Symphony Poem by Cee Bea

A Symphony



I knew what worked,
a murmeration of
some statistical sense

its the flow
that is not taught

where the right hand knows.
the left hand knows.

the rest is just a symphony

Sunday, November 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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