Jennifer K. Sweeney
Nocturne - Poem by Jennifer K. Sweeney
There is a blue city in mind
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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