Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Coyote, Trickster VII

I played violin,
like my grandfather
(sometimes it seemed
because of my
grandfather), but I
was a trickster about that,
too, and maybe that was
by necessity.

I didn't grow up
in a violin town.

Every stroke of the bow
was a rebellion
of some kind.

The strings
were on the prowl.

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