Audacity

in the arboretum, plummet of blue through fragile green, like ancient khan the crested jay struts, poses, demands fealty from its quavering kin - curmudgeon! - yet here, undaunted by looming concrete discords, perils wild beauty in urban heart, cagey musician synthesizing twentieth-century clamor, its strident note a pitch pipe for th3216

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