Poem

A poem I had published in the Haight Ashbury Literary Journal...


SYMPHONY ON HAIGHT

The sound was in the distance and then
close
closer
and there he was rounding the corner of Haight
striding along the gum-flecked sidewalk
in majestic bluegreen robe and turban
and beat-up sneakers
squeezing that accordion as if life itself depended on his music
a symphony of one

the sound faded as he made his way down Clayton
the music became
birds
wind chimes
the N Judah train
silk scarves rippling in the sun