This would be a good day to go sailing this would be a fine time to tune fiddles there's little wind I wouldn't call it galing there's questions in the form of cozy riddles this would be a fine time to tune fiddles if only one were schooled in how to play there's questions in the form of cozy riddles they need small answers or petite dismay
if only one were schooled in how to play concertos and sonatas would be beckoning they need small answers or petite dismay a smile or yawn a sense of idle reckoning concertos and sonatas would be beckoning the audience all hushed up in the rafters a smile or yawn a sense of idle reckoning at every phrase a promise of hereafters
the audience all hushed up in the rafters the sonata as a boat amid its blueness at every phrase a promise of hereafters the schertzo fills with tales of olden newness the sonata as a boat amid its blueness mightn't the painting finally find unveiling? the schertzo fills with tales of olden newness this would be a good day to go sailing
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This poem's first line is borrowed the following passage of Ann Lauterbach's poem "Tangled Reliquary":
This would be a good day to go sailing Or to wash the car, but I have Neither boat nor car. There's a plotless web In the air like a banner pulling us along Into something to look back on. . . .
from Clamor (1991)
This is one among a sequence, Early Autumn Pantoums
it reminds I made one a long time ago too
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