Cello Suite
The wasp in series the wasp
In cello notes the wasp wing
Nerved in echo with the drone
How late the light prisms
To lull and lend a bare slant
Curves the bowstring on the wall
On the wall the star divides white
In rainbow now the night will curl
Home into the wasp’s dark flight
My headache shallow in silver bowl
Rings the wasp inside my ear
Curls the cello into our home
A red tone lashed to white is white
The bow must bend rosin so rose
Flowers in the silver bowl
Unpetal my ear in wasp’s drone
To sing deny the cello sings
As light divides when prism sleeps
And dusk informs what glow to go
Low my headache rings Low
A last note stings below the nerve
Other times there is no pain in series
The wasp in tune the wasp allowed
The cello string stops at evening’s gasp
[first published in Fence]
