The BassoonHe holds it at a slant, its longfirm body poised to do him wrong.The fingering complexities,the double reed, so many keys:all make it hard
Tag: Poem
Moon By Kathryn D. Temple
MoonHiking home after dark, the moon distracts me as only moons can do, she slides through clouds, shows me gilt mica on a gnarled tree
Grand Little Things 