Allegretto

One hundred
twenty eight beats
per minute,
beginning like rain
settling on a tenement roof
from a passing storm.

The noise rides a swell
to overtake the edge of
docile music
and crescendos-
then wittily settles in between
the pacing of a brisk walk.
After forty breaths that
fumble hand-over-hand to
scale keys to a resonant finish,
such sounds decay, in imitation
of distant leaves rustling
in the last gasp
of a gale.

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