Here’s a poem of mine which contains that word:

Flute Song


After fifty years, how has it changed?

Is it melancholy, redolent of spring,

are leaves falling from it

are the notes

now snow?


I love the sound of answers in the grass.

Is there a storage poem in me?


Another snow poem,

a toenail poem,

dirty sink poem,

Great Dane puppies

sleeping in a cluster?


Puppies recognize the fragrance of their mother

on each others’ tongues

when they play.


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