Do You Hear the More Distant Flute? Title from “He’s there among the scented trees” by Rabindranath Tagore From the porch I sip the sky’s vastness moon cupping the earth’s light stars and planets budding, my shawl the raucous crickets calling autumn, the whirring purr of a displaced owl fringed with the dwindling scent of new-mown hay But in the cracks between insects’ chirps, there is the hint of a distant flute. Do you hear how it lilts through your day’s ballad, your dreams pillowed till dawn by its final verse?
Nancy K. Jentsch’s poetry has appeared recently in The Pine Cone Review, Scissortail Quarterly, and Verse-Virtual. Her chapbook, Authorized Visitors, was published in 2017 (Cherry Grove Collections) and Between the Rows, her first poetry collection, con be purchased from Shanti Arts. More information is available on her website: https://jentsch8.wixsite.com/my-site.
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