Friday, April 25, 2014


The most 
poetic instrument
of them all

there—in the whole 
of the impossibly gleaming
gold orchestra hall

has actually 
got to be—those hopeless-
ly clunky 

gargantuan round 
bronze-ugly tympani!

Nothing else in sight
they could play
quite makes an emphatic 
racket like that;

and nothing more delightful
I could 
possibly write—
would ever come across so uncouthly  

and matter of fact!