Poem: Symphony

 I follow the glitter of a far-off star

in my wid, wild wanderings

marching to the rhythmic throbbing 

of a distant drum

drumming its stocatto sequence, 

sharp;

I hear the elliptical music of the spheres

play out their concordant harmonies,

heaven's grand chorals, 

as I dance in time to an unearthly waltz

whirling;

All this, while waiting for the

final curtain-call- 

''Bravo! Bis! Fortissimo!''

But tell me, now, 

what shall I do 

for an encore?  

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from Burnt Offerings 1996