Duet.
I shall remember
this silver-sheened treble of streamside
sweet songster trills
coupled with pebbly ripples describing
recondite meeting
in darkling-deep shadow of melodious
symphonics with
brilliant white, pinned-to-sky myriads
of starry-eyed
listeners set on winking stellar applause
for singing in concord
as liquid joins bird in dulcet duet under
night\'s dense cover.
I try to write but
pen has to cease as moon, head in mist
of covert cloudlets
peeps out on a nightingale\'s drenching
of resounding air
with water-lapped choral song that my
verse wishes to share.