Poem Starting with a Line from Norman Dubie

The pearl slapdash of the moon is on the water,
a flick of God's wrist holding a paintbrush
dipped in light. A splash of notes from the bell
of a nickel-plated sax or a cathedral, against
black stone reverberating vaults. A mouthful
of ivory teeth and shadowed gaps inside
the Steinway's gape.

The brass-scaled fish have been put away
under the seat, waiting for a little day music
to play bronze trumpets, a fanfare of poppies.
There's no place for them in the black and white
fantasia of midnight. Colors spring out of earth
like dragon's teeth, at the touch of the sun.

--for Read Write Poem's NaPoWriMo prompt #13, and with thanks to Norman Dubie.
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