One High E of Two
Ping! The mandolin string breaks.
The bobcat opens his eyes.
Looking down from his perch
At two decisively alone people.
What should bring this?
Leaving.
Cuckoo clock ticking, the ball rolling.
The pixie bob leaping and crushing
The paper ball.
No one had touched the mandolin. . .
Spontaneous.
A bottle of wine much lowered
Breathed very little.
And so was she gone.
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