Choragus


Choragus

she sits

lotus-legged

with her

recorder;

history improvises

dirty dishes

pile high,

monuments

to the appetite;

the 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

is the Choreographer.

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