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A Poem About An Orchestra Conductor
Damn
if only I were
an orchestra conductor
I could wave a baton
around and pretend
I were a part of the
universe for once-
glorious, a flower
opening, the crease
in a page.
But I am a lowly
poet
who knows only her
art,
as important as writing may
be;
a poet has
a much loftier
purpose.
if only I were
an orchestra conductor
I could wave a baton
around and pretend
I were a part of the
universe for once-
glorious, a flower
opening, the crease
in a page.
But I am a lowly
poet
who knows only her
art,
as important as writing may
be;
a poet has
a much loftier
purpose.
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A Poem About An Orchestra Conductor
A Poem About An Orchestra Conductor
