There is a blue city in mind
along a rippling canal,
clean and unpeopled but for a musician
who plays a harp without strings.
The city has one chair
where he sits by the broad strokes of water.
A lone streetlamp tends
its blue arc of light.
A Persian door. A zeppelin sky.
The world filters though
his empty frame as he plucks the air.
Maybe you hear a song or maybe you don’t .
That is the choice we are always making.
“The Twin” is from How to Live on Bread and Music (Perugia Press, 2009).