Beethoven’s Fifth

Spindle legs sprawl,
quivering in a summer sigh—
Each clasps a single strand of gossamer,
Preparing a prancing waltz.

Lilting lightly, bowed strings
are taut and tense for the symphony
of clicks and whirs,
flashing prisms and
thrashing limbs,
of splendid length and rhythm.

The conductor rests
Delicate hands
Primed and poised.

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