Aeolian Harp

The anchor lines sing

with the radio antennae 

a lament in the vortices

of industrialization

so also does my harp

chant in the open window

played by the wind god.

Louder and softer

the harmonics resonate

in a repeating pattern 

of oscillation

like my humming

in the metal bathtub

overlaid with porcelain 

that the Victorians left for me.

It isn’t a nice music

but it has qualities

that make it interesting

like the howling voice

made by the wind

when the snow is falling.

Aeolian harp of Mazzano

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