Every flutist
owns a cloud
and keeps it tethered
to a chair
with an invisible
strand of hair.
Every flutist
hides a whisper
in the basement
of a melody
and a sigh
in the cambrium
of a tree.
Every flutist
scribbles
a prescription
on the air
with a certain
enigmatic flair.
Hans Ostrom 2015
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