Our Aspen Sings



oscillating leaves beyond the hoop house,
light splashing from silvery green
crown 
of aspen, crisp quick rustle,
sound spray from a fountain real
as the splash of sparks that flew
from the grinder 
my father held to steel
—from those shifting leaves,
glitter voice sparking,
our aspen sings

.
Jim Culleny
4/12/17

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