Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Every afternoon that autumn

We Shall Be Released
Joseph Stroud

Every afternoon that autumn
walking across campus
past the conservatory
I heard the soprano

her voice rising
making its way up the scale
straining to claim each note
weeks of work
of days
growing shorter

storms slamming the campus
the semester staggering
to an end
everyone exhausted
heading out and going home
the campus nearly deserted

but the soprano
still working the scales
when I passed under the trees
the liquidambars on fire
the clouds like great cities
sailing out to sea

and didn't I ascend
with her
my own weariness
and sorrows
dropping away

didn't we rise together
her voice straining
at the top of its range
almost reaching
almost claiming
that high
final note.

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