Berklee College Of Music Poem by Nicolas GRENIER

To lawrence berk, founder.

three paul klee
in the garden a flame tree
a lime tree grows out of control
a degree of polarization

in a green pea boat
a range of motion starts over
beneath an overcast sky
a non-stop flight until a light takes me

melete sleeps together
thalia with a joyous air
for the harpist
a church key for a silent score

and a silver age
a transfer knowledge
i blow out the candle
and boylston street empty now