Hello Bob. Your title does for me precisely what the poem's talking about
and I'm kind of torn as to whether that very dominant reaction works really
well or overpowers the poem before I've even started to read. I like the
poem and I'm pretty sure it's one of the series you're working on so I look
forward to seeing it in that context when you publish.
bw
christina
Subject: Every Sha-la-la-la
All commments welcome!
Every Sha-la-la-la
Two students play violin and cello,
intricate Vivaldi, then slow things down
The Carpenters: Yesterday Once More
and those at the street café tables
from Kansas, Castleford, the two men in kilts,
stop saying things, only touch their drinks,
and look different. Every face shows something
about who they once were, what they know.
Then it's Vivaldi again, another season,
and, as chatter rises, laughter clatters each table,
shifts the weight on each chair. More beer is ordered,
froth slides down each emptied glass.
Bob Cooper
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