Ivory

IVORY

 

When I see those keys
grey-stained and worn
gaily played but
never more,
I hear her sing
her song to me
and it is late
 but ’tis not so
 to think of her,

 to hear her song,
one more time,  

hear her sing.
~~~

Here

Twas put before me

Once.

Who is it I am?

And given to wonder

Why,

Is it to matter?

I am not so much that.

No.

Rather more this I think.

Trees and river and

Sky

All came there

With me, within me

Me

Was there to see.

I’ve done it.

Yes.

I’ve worked it out.

‘Tis plain to see.

At last

I am

what I am to be.

       ~~~

Elusive

ELUSIVE

 

From Embarcadero to Grand Central

Gypsy heart will not be stilled.    
 O’er the roads,                      
Rumbles down the tracks,
Silver rocket fly afire,
  Nights to dawn,
Chasing,

Relentless.
  Yearning.

  Ever

    Yearning.

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