Passing ~~ anna hood

Her standing at the sink
nattering on her dreams
to swim in the warm sea
Hawaii maybe walking the sandy beach
salt air warm against
her skin walking arm in arm
with a man who loves her
desires her a red hibiscus
pinned into her hair
young again
young again
by the sea.

Him seated at the table
oblivious to her, oblivious
to the sea or her dreams
his fingers drumming
up his own long dead
dreams his fingers racing up
and down the cloth
running up the sharps
down the flats
his fingers hearing
Bach, hearing Chopin
hearing himself play Schubert
at Massey Hall
hearing applause
applause at Massey Hall.

Outside cars pass sounding like the surf
sounding like applause.
A jet cuts a scar across the sky.