Recitation in Six

brace yourself for morning
peer out between the blinds
could be a plague of frogs
or snow falling sideways
more likely it’s stillness
and a chance to observe

today I’ll rise early
and turn on some music
the New World Symphony
a long time favorite
so familiar and yet
still so full of secrets

Paul chastises my taste
calling it commonplace
no point in arguing
he’s been impossible
since that last publisher
passed on his manuscript

Brahms envied Dvorak
his melodic gift for
spinning variations
like symphonic snowflakes
what’s good enough for Brahms
is good enough for me

and the last thing I need
as I savor each note
like California wine
is Paul disrupting my
search for meaning in the
silent spaces between

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