Concert in the City
In the velvet seat I catch my breath
my home, this Ohio theatre,
a conductor full of poignancies
and of seeming superfluities
dressed in the required regalia
a romantic, an E. Lee type,
he breaks the spell by drinking Evian.
In the music, freedom and nostalgia intertwine
and afterwards trees twist in fantastic shapes
a sign attracts:
"Blood Oranges for Sale"
as do the barrister bookcases in a law firm window
like a page out of Dickens.
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