Mozart

All of the performers wore

crisp clean white tuxedos, so it was

difficult to tell the men from the women.

At each neck was a black bow-tie.

Around the conductor, they rushed through

the mind of Jupiter, receiving

the expected applause

(the audience made a guess of the coda).

*

In my living room, my nephew

buried his body into my chest.

He was hypnotized by the music

from Lincoln Center,

a place he could never have known.

Soon, he fell

into a calm sleep;

I conducted his hands in mine.

He was carried into his own dreams

without the order of an orchestra, or

the crisp clean white tuxedos.

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