A Good Friend Has Gone Back to the Cosmos
Meanwhile down here winter birds peck the frozen leaves and someone who looks like me has turned up in a news photo about mistaken identity and crime and good old Rachmaninoff is playing on the radio. The clock is like an indifferent house cat.
I hope when my time comes I’ll be able to say farewell to my hands.
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“Music is enough for a whole lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for music.” Rachmaninoff
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Green feathers in memory—transatlantic shipboard, 1958, old woman’s hat.
What’s winter for? To remember ocean going hats…
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Snow, apple branches, the neighborhood quiet.
A good friend has gone back to the cosmos.
Exalt.
Trace the music with your fingers while you can.
Planet of the Blind 