Tuesday, January 27, 2015

POWDERED WIGS

It makes good music—the whole of Palmer
Square park

has never known Mozart.
And yet—

streetsideso many
staves
of tilted bald 

oak limbs interleaving—
pitch toward his 

namesake
to listen—inclined to wear

deferentially—thick 
crowns of white frost.

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