Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Upon Scaling Mount West 14th Street (Day 1 of 30)

--to Ken Schmidt in 3A

I heard you play the flute today
As I climbed to reach my perch.
The melody was soft and sweet
The dancing notes, left and right,
Like birds from branch to branch
Occasionally paused, never accidental but
Staggered by the arthritis in your hands.
My heart broke as I thought of
The eons since last I heard you play
Even as the joy of a voice un-muted
Ebbed within me
How sweet to dream of deliverance!
How cruel the hope you give me
That beauty can still upon occasion
Peak through the seams of
Devastation advancing in his mind
Like the hungry cat upon your birds.

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