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Sport 31: Spring 2003
Air (on a tin whistle)
page 225
Air (on a tin whistle)
What to do when the cupboard
is bare? Sing a song of syllables
from a nightingaled bough;
make cradle play
in the windy forest, rude
and curious, light
as helium and as
hilarious. Sing the craggy
stone rose baby in us
insouciant, round-faced
in Paris, her many
square rooms occupied
by art and the aspiring
young. Make the empty air
give up its riches.
Sing the cupboard bare.