Tuesday, May 29, 2012


There were sweeter songs
this morning. The water in the shower
sang of days of peace,
and all his steps across the rooms
convinced him that people
were singing in happiness
in many places. The blood
in his veins wasn't struggling
but singing, and his hands
rose and fell when he asked,
just like the melodies of Mozart.
He knew the face of the earth
was smiling as it listened.
The lamps of his life
were all lighting up
as the music of Tuesday
was starting.

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