Here, There & Everywhere
Glenn Gould is seeping up the stairs
Sebastian Bach is puttin' on airs
The Goldbergs are rolling balls of blue
filling the house with a shining hue
Half transparent fays 'round the flower pots;
a magical ballet of beauty, lots!
Gould hovering close over his old instrument;
his fingers like claws in sandel wood scent
I barefoot downstairs on this cold autumn morn;
I join Glenn Gould; we're both forlorn
Fays' wings glitter and glare,
we're here, we're everywhere
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2022-08-22 at 11:15
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