Choragus


Choragus

sits

lotus-legged

with her

recorder;

history improvises.

Dirty dishes

pile high,

monuments

to the appetite;

laundry flirts.

house-fly & cockroach

enthralled

actively audience;

worker-ants

pause.

Screaming neighbors

counterpoint her

breathy melodies;

carhorns

punctuate.

Dust-motes dance

atop her varying

columns of air;

she,

the Choreographer.

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