A Poem for March
March begins to tune.
Winds test pitch,
Singers warble,
and quicksilver light turns our heads.
We come to quite for this overture
and wait to see who struts this stage,
again.
What lines echo?
Though each green curtain is its own,
we know the final act.
March opens.
-Marjorie Summerall
March begins to tune.
Winds test pitch,
Singers warble,
and quicksilver light turns our heads.
We come to quite for this overture
and wait to see who struts this stage,
again.
What lines echo?
Though each green curtain is its own,
we know the final act.
March opens.
-Marjorie Summerall
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