YOUR bow swept over a string, and a long low note
quivered to the air.
(A mother of Bohemia sobs over a new child perfect
learning to suck milk.)

Your bow ran fast over all the high strings fluttering
and wild.
(All the girls in Bohemia are laughing on a Sunday afternoon
in the hills with their lovers.)

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  1. J. KUBELIK says:

    POEM CUTS WIDE
    TO CONNECT LIFE,
    TRYING TO HIDE
    TODAY’S CULTURE DIVE………….KUBELIK

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