Downloadable PDF: Chapter 2
Right upon the heels of the moment that the shrieking round settles among the rhythm and atop the drone, a hum rises at a threatening pace, simultaneously from either side.
To the rush of water and the clapping boards, whipped around and buttressed by the seagull song, the creak and cry and rush and halt of city traffic rises up to a moderate point and plays out steady on the borders of the music.
The wind stabs among the players every couple of bars,
a forceful beat formed by the rustle of the trees.
The repeating round enters its final flow,
as the gulls,
individually,
one-by-one,
begin and lift and rise
until their song fades out,
final gull closing final line.
william altoft 