Shining Sun before heavy rain later.
the perimeter walls of the tennis club.
to finish it; be a giant now.
and be sharp and hard if I wanted to.
If I wanted to, I would.
...and here's where it isn't (this is a photo before the paint job.
Dead sharp. Strong enough to bring down walls and towers. Brought back to mind this brazen oldie.
The structure of the piece, with that lovely opening quatrain, and the weaving-together of parts by use of the club/smudged/thumb rhyme, fine.
Thank you, TC. I value your attention to the music immensely.
One can keep hoping. A bit of brazenness from the right quarters is no bad thing.
Thanks for popping by, B.R., and for paying such sharp attention.
I've a bit of a thing for the repetitions.
It was certainly the looking more than the listening that was the way in with this one. I like being compared with a camera.