A pretty octave played before a window

Beyond whose curtain grows a world crescendo.

–from ‘Overture’ by F.R. Scott


last night I heard you

interviewed on the radio.

You spoke firmly,

no panic in your voice—

my insides clenched

and the host,

I heard her heart skip—

Yes, that was an explosion nearby,

you don’t know how long

you’ll evade death….

Protest you said, demonstrate

demand peace.

©2016 Ontheland

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