Murmuring in the background lies the twang of guitar strings
Cooperatively overlapping, not interrupting, the sound of morning avians, calling.
Their foreign tongue harps to me in octaves and E notes, guileful.
Slower than the gentle sway of willow leaves,
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Nice poem Kim. It has the feeling of a Haiku without actually being a Haiku. Very original.
the title is mysterious and the poem is brilliant