Sunday, June 16, 2019

abandon / david rutkowski


abandon

today my son plays bach
with an abandon that leaves us
orphaned – is it phases
of his mommy's moon
or my gene pool double-parked

today the birds will chant
their calligraphs
to soften our migration
into morning

my son plays prokofieff
picking the cuffs
of dissonance
to save us from oblivion

yes the universe breathes
in spite of the too tight
repertoire
of the human mind

~~
David Rutkowski, 2011

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