There is whistling,
the cheery chirp on
a sunflood noon,
then
there is whistling in the dark
a range of different musics –
cheer to fear
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a lone
woman
walks
night down
the street
flux
forms
shift
shadows
light jitters off
silver cans
leaves
scratch dry
along
stone
a boa constrictor
curls
hungry
in
her
throat
small the sound she hears
with her rabbit twitch
cold covered ears-
gathers
a scarf of orange
courage
around
shoulders & neck
her lips oval to an ‘o’
shrill she whistles –
alarms
an army musters
in her legs & arms
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noon day next
she walks
the same street –
down
constrictor lax
spilled silver cans
she whistles
welcome
to the brazen
sun
2015