If been fussing with getting my laptop fixed and it has me off my game.
Sorry I have not been commenting. Will. Thanks and smiles. Gary
Music Heard, Music Sought
She revels in the music of the City -
the stop and go of stop and yield signs,
broken shopping cart clatter,
hot dog steam and steam grate whistle,
three card monte palaver, library pigeon chorus,
night cries, car alarms and frantic sirens -
each note vibrates her pale body
like a tuning fork left too long in the sun.
Her feet curled beneath her thighs,
the patter of light rain on the window,
she sets her hot drink on the table, opens
her journal, uncaps a pen and begins:
Tethered to the City by circumstance,
he misses the rhythms of the country;
the City's parks a poor substitute
for field, farm and forest, skyscraper lights
for clear air and infinite horizons.
Evenings and weekends as job allows,
he walks the city in search of the music
he left behind. As the shower subsides,
he stands beneath a leaky awning,
pulls a notebook from his coat,
flicks his ballpoint and writes:
She taps her feet to the City's music,
her russet hair and coffee's steam intertwine.
She wipes the wet glass clear and watches
his pen move to the slow beat of the awning's drip.
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