Contretemps

First I heard the persistent

Thread-bare chirping;

Then the Mockingbird burst forth from

The Yellow Forsythia;

And lands on the nearby narrow roof,

Face to face with the other Mockingbird

Who was perched on the roof’s ridge [pinnacle] –

Then they shadowboxed,

Stepping to the left, stepping to the right,

Syncopation, stalemate, no sound…

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