Every Flutist Poem by Hans Ostrom

Every Flutist



Every flutist
owns a cloud
and keeps it tethered
to a chair
with an invisible
strand of hair.

Every flutist
hides a whisper
in the basement
of a melody
and a sigh
in the cambrium
of a tree.

Every flutist
scribbles
a prescription
on the air
with a certain
enigmatic flair.


Hans Ostrom 2015

Monday, March 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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