For the Warsaw-Fans
Boccherini in the afternoon
laps at the windows of the chapel
seems to bend the angles of the pews
within arpeggios of light
as the young cellist plays
paces her father the pianist
while she keeps her own good time.
Boccherini’s rococo ornamentation
animates the afternoon
like a Copernican day
giving a hint of ”primum mobile”
while the windlass phrases wind their way
until this mastery could command the prize
within the harbor of our ears and eyes.
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