SYRINX
Syringe of singing, see-saw sealer
seeking a find. No note for the taking.
Take-toc-tic, the slit lip the sleek throat
whittled to a line that hollows and pours.
Clean beam of the tuning. Little red wheel
mining the air, fountain of bloom near water
spills, trilling. Sweet throat of the nipped
whistle plumed with beading -- rubber band
thrumming -- threshold beating with chime.
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