Jennifer K. Sweeney

(1973 / Tolland / United States)

Nocturne - Poem by Jennifer K. Sweeney

There is a blue city in mind
constructed slantways
along a rippling canal,
clean and unpeopled but for a musician

who plays a harp without strings.
The city has one chair

where he sits by the broad strokes of water.
A lone streetlight tends

its blue arc of light.
A Persian door. A zeppelin sky.

The world filters through
his empty frame as he plucks the air.

Maybe you hear a song or maybe you don't.
That is the choice we are alwayss making.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 25, 2014

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