An Old Tune

The brook's broken
cadence runs laughing
across the rocks, peering
out from under
the jumbled splash
for the melody soon to follow.

The melody waits for the words
to keep the capricciozo strumming
paraphrasing the sunlight
dancing flamenco
on the waters.

But all the forces of nature
cannot wait for words
and haphazard plagiarizing
until the right word comes along.

So we sing the brook's song
"Dive, cool bright sparkle
and shiver into a thousand
splintered shapes."

Back on top,
each passage, a master's stroke
playing its own
undisputed solo.

L. Fullington

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