Seniors & Aging

Reader poem: ‘The Ermine Violin’

She wore it the way

a symphony swims the sublime

yet barely gets wet.

The ermine violin was a phase

in the life of music.

She understood.

It was finite

and described by dolphins

as they leaped through the surf.

It denied decay

and embraced beauty transfigured: the melody

we’d always been promised.

James Bertolino lives near Bellingham.

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