the cello soars
as we glide upwards
along the road
cut deep into
sandstone cliffs
afternoon sun
warms my hand
resting
on your knee —
the rubato section
violins
float in —
we descend
the curving ridge
of mount white
the cadenza —
vibrating strings surge
we turn the last bend
your smile caresses
my legato heart
Julie Thorndyke (New South Wales)
First published in USYD student anthology
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