whistle

The only way he dances
is through his whistle.

His body, big and hulking
is lethargic, unmelodic.

Oh, but his whistle
can turn cartwheels

…trill over scales fast enough
to rival any young ‘whippersnapper’

And, though it annoys the women-
he whistles…
with a twinkle in his eye.

whistle

iridiscente

Guatemala City, United States

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