This poem, "Music," is inspired by a Frank O'Hara poem of the same title. It is one I worked on over Christmas break, and I am posting it here tentatively. I'll probably make some changes to the post sometime soon.
MUSIC
Fifth and Maine, by the Belvedere, Louisville, downtown,
I watch as a horse pulls a small carriage, man and woman
side by side, a heavy blanket on their lap,
the horse's iron shoes clopping on the cold cement.
A woman in a red scarf and purple tweed coat
paces the corner, pressing the silver button,
ready to cross the street. I listen to the hum of engines,
sputtering, impatient, waiting for the light to change green.
A group of Somalian bongoists are drumming
near the doorway to the Bank of America Building;
navy blue cardigan sweaters, capped in black and gray.
Warm mist rises from their mouths in musical exhale.
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