Winter is not the best time for those who live on the streets, cold,
asking for help, out of work, each of them with a past we can only imagine …
DOWNTOWN EASTSIDE
the cellist on the corner
draws circles with his bow 
catches a rolling
can on his foot
kicks it into his cart
while Beethoven escapes
from his mind
he’s an Ogden Nash
of reason outside rhyme
a serenade unwritten
looping through Bach
Wagner and a Mozart étude
he’s a junkie
strung past hard-core
woven into dirty shirt
and low-slung pants
a-drift on hunger
feeding symphonies
to trucks and traffic horns
through the opera
of his past
Frame and The McGuire – ‘… a gentle yet striking novel about the way our perception influences our judgement of others.’ Amy Mathers. For ages 8-13 … published by Tradewind Books available on Amazon or your local bookstore.
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This music appeals to us. Antony
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Many thanks, Antony. It’s a poem I enjoyed writing!
Music is a great egalitarian, reminds me we are all human.
Human indeed, and all different, which is fortunate!