Aeolian Poem by Scott Minar

Aeolian



Someone put an accordion in the crook
of a tree where it plays itself
on windy days—where I miraculously walk through impassable

thorny hedges listening to Lady of Spain,
and a few other choice ditties.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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