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Saturday, May 17, 2014

A Poem by William Davies, Jr.


Spring Cantata

The day begins
a fledgling symphony
then the score
is rearranged by wind,
a Treble Clef is flattened
by the slog of a turtle.
Peepers, in superfluous half-beats
usurped by hooves
that sink into
a baritone of mud
and a trilling
is the hook
as a requiem of clouds
portend the curtain.


William Davies, Jr. lives in a town surrounded by dairy farms.  He has been happily married for thirty-eight years.  His work has appeared in the Cortland Review, Bluepepper, The Wilderness House Review, Gloom Cupboard, and many others.








The writer lives in a town surrounded by dairy farms. He has been happily
married for thirty-eight years. His work has apperared in the Cortland Review,
Bluepepper, The Wilderness House Review, Gloom Cupboard and many others.

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