Summer 2006
I sat and thought of you today on 42nd street
There a corner rose and asked if I might quiet
Down, I plunged and as I sat
The bells chimed three times
Three again,
Yet three again.
And finally a cacophony of bells
Rang like choirs of angels on Pentecostal Day
And faded yet again as if I had never sat.
But then I inhaled as they sang again
In strange rapid contrapuntal–
Like someone bored up there
High in the rafters–
Like someone had shopping to do
And sped right through
Till last ding-dong expressionless toll.
The bells are gone as if I had never sat
Down, each time I write the refrain,
The Sun comes out the clouds and
Smiles brighter and more brilliant
And washes the page in wedding white and indigo blue.
She fades again as if I had never sat,
But plays with me to write a line again
And blows sweet August in on me.
Somewhere on the windblown and sunlined streets of NY,
I sat and thought of you,
But for the savoring of the sun and the winding of my mind,
But for the thoughts that couldn’t settle down to rest.
Before the cog and grind could etch
And the writer’s ink was set,
You and I sat down today somewhere on 42nd street.
A moment shared minds
A corner Rose in splendor.
Copyright, John R Pigate 2006
