i wanted charles ives played at our wedding
But I didn't have his number.

standing
at the window
looking at Venus out
watching the stars
wink out
one by one
 
listening to laughter
out in the corridor
Doppler-like
drifting off
into the cool hush
of the air conditioning system
 
listening to some
poor man
shouting outside
in the street below
this woman walks past him
and stares at the man
 
hearing a car
drift by
a blast of the horn
falls upon the
double-glazed glass
like soft rain
 
hearing doors shut
out in the corridor
a vacuum cleaner
rumbles by outside
and then again:
quiet...
 
Venus is outside, renewed
yearning for a cuttlebone and
a lovebird
clouds change from
brown to snow white
from the reflection of an
invisible moon
 
i shut my eyes
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Very nice poem, p. The upper 2 lines are good too. VI
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someone who didn't understand the system did the second :) charles ives is dead - he's a composer
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