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The Desert's Score
by Alison McKenzieOnce the wind finally
Loses its voice,
Becomes but a whisper
Of itself,
The crickets step up
To take their place
In the symphony.
The coyotes are jealous,
But they know they can’t
Set the tone.
They simply aren’t a good match
For the way the Moon
Wants to see it done
Tonight. 04/29/2015 Posted on 04/29/2015
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/29/15 at 05:59 PM Lovely piece of work, Ali. |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 05/01/15 at 12:23 AM I like this description of the night's music and its musicians. The moon bobs and weaves a bit, moving the symphony along in the reflected glory...thank you for the write! lk |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/04/15 at 03:50 AM So many players in this score and all uniquely of the desert, as they bow to the moon. Lovely flow to this, Ali. |
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