my sudden heart
Fri Apr 13, 2007 Filed in: Poetry
my sudden heart
is physical presence.
I smell the rain;
I trust the insistent and cold
lake air breathing in
through the classroom windows.
the great black pianos sleep.
the faces of my colleges
are weary with empty devotion,
and I hold the silence
like an unwanted prize.
who am I?
I belong nowhere.
there is nothing
in my former cities
for me to envy.
it makes me laugh
to know
this is the way of God.
yet I listen
religiously
to the persistent melody
of a fool's dream.
is physical presence.
I smell the rain;
I trust the insistent and cold
lake air breathing in
through the classroom windows.
the great black pianos sleep.
the faces of my colleges
are weary with empty devotion,
and I hold the silence
like an unwanted prize.
who am I?
I belong nowhere.
there is nothing
in my former cities
for me to envy.
it makes me laugh
to know
this is the way of God.
yet I listen
religiously
to the persistent melody
of a fool's dream.
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