Oboe / nic sebastian

you are the beauty of bound
reed or better
numen’s breath passing
through reed into African

blackwood or better
shaman’s fingers on silver
keys you are
oboe

and I the heart drawn
out of body behind you
up spiraled paths into
purple hills

and flayed alone
in chill wind
on a hilltop this is

what you do
you are
oboe

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Nic Sebastian has two sons and travels widely. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Valparaiso Poetry Review, Lily, Autumn Sky Poetry, Mannequin Envy, Poems Niederngasse, Avatar Review, Anti- and elsewhere. Nic blogs at Very Like A Whale.

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