Ostinato
Trompe-l'œil L’Assemblage by Michael Douglas Jones ©2022
Original artwork available at Gallery 322
After the blue flame and thunder of the eastward storms, in the valley branch, the water rolls, drip-rippling over stones, white foam rising; its rhythm repeats, repeats, repeats, as an ostinato of spring peepers, toads, and tree frogs rises, reaching redwings nesting in the cattails, and they too join that unseen symphony.
This refrain repeats, as this romance repeats, and becomes our song. This is our dance, again and again.
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