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? ---------- ----------------- -------------------- ------------------- ---------- from Burnt Offerings 1996