O Golden Dream of Youth
Herman Wenzell 1863--1944
My classical alarm channel
--98.5 Block Island—
Cues me this morning
to a parlor-piano tune
percolated over
forgotten days
and the sweetness
of possibility.
You were there, I think
somewhere across
the clean smelling linen,
and there was breakfast,
unhurried and savored,
“O golden dream of youth”
That was the name of the piece, and
Wenzell—a name as obscure as my own
My Must-Feet hit
the Necessary-Floor
in the
reflex of Business.
The cat stretches
and jumps
from the bed
She has all day
with the radio
left on
to watch the gold
fish swim by
in glass
from her sill perch
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