Penguins - little antarctic pedestrians
We are all God's penguins
but I drift
Yes, I drift
as I search for humanity
which
I believe I have finally found
In Chopin's Opus 28 no.15, 'Raindrop'
In Scarlatti's Sonata in E k380
And I drift
to a small chappel in Norris, Tennessee
remembering my aunt Anne
to the Moose Lodge in Burbank
remembering a friend
remembering us
Humanity
alive and well
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