Thursday, August 23, 2018

The Song of Scattering Poems/imaginary gardens with real toads -- prompt: "in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems" E.E. Cummings

The Song of Scattering Poems

“in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems”       E.E. Cummings

The hour late
Music floats through the 
Window
The tenant downstairs
Plays the piano

I am reminded of Paris
“In the street of the sky night 
Walks scattering poems”
The same stars shine in
Kyoto

As fingers touch the keys
Stars appear
On the sheet music
Instead of
Notes

A choir sings the song
Of scattering poems
The hour late 
Music floats through the
Window

August 23, 2018







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