She circled days she wished to remember,
I was opposed.....
Vertically,Diagonally and horizontally.
I let air swoosh in through the mesh screen
(our last line of defense against the cul-de-sac)
turning hair into bouffant clef.
Yet still I couldn't decipher
frequency of sound,
as I gazed at her
brunette contortions.
Appropriate pitch couldn't be gaged by me
in more situations than I could count
on 2 hands and 3 feet.
(rabbits foot around my neck for luck)
Why would it be any different musically?
I shut the window.
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