Instructions on how to play the mouth-harp*

This entry is part 29 of 31 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2013

 

Mind the way the wind
knifes through a grove of slender growth,

whistling through the lattices they form—
How the lips press

lightly against the tongue of the bamboo blade,
how a finger pulls back on the lever—

Mouth open, teeth held
back and kept from biting—

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

*Kubing

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