The CymbalistsHe sits at the back of the orchestra
reading a book
until, apprehending his moment, he rises
holds in opposition the two brass discs
and precisely precisely at the proper time
plays his single note.
Clang!!
* * *
She loves the turbulence of storms
stands at the window enrapt in the flickering
illumination of streetlamps rusty leaves
and yesterday's newspapers swirling
in gutters. The wind rises splattering rain
against the glass. Lightning flashes jaggedly.
She claps her hands and says
"Oh!".................................................................Israel Lewis
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