Masumi Poem by Rich Harney

Masumi



a Japanese girl sat
on the drums—
upon a stool
rather,
softs of brushes,
tings of cymbals
clipped the air,
a lather.
rhymes of rhythms
tuft up
then down a
low moaning mallet,
listeners whispered—
lingered there
to breath the light
In her pallet.

Saturday, January 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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