Lana Ayers

Lana Ayers

Late Blooms

Late Blooms 2007 Honorable Mention: Diane Elayne Dees

To the Man Playing the Accordion in the Meditation Garden
I came for the fulfillment of pink camellia buds,
the swaying sculpture of ornamental grass,
a glimpse of the quiet river,
a reason to like this city that has turned against me.
Instead, you gave me Paris in the 30s,
a cabaret in Berlin, a street market in Spain.
Had I come to meditate, I could never
have emptied my mind of the smell
of sweet black coffee, the taste of ruby wine
in large round goblets, the sight of cathedral spires,
the light touch of a mid-summer breeze,
the sound of poets reading aloud to poets.
I never saw your face, never thanked you;
I just watched your shoulders
move effortlessly against the sky
as you faced the water, oblivious to my awe.
 
(originally published in Wicked Alice)