Harp Concert
The people in the room wait for the next girl
Who comes up to perform the harp with practiced
Notes and cool confidence but I, my eye
Pays no notice to them and gazes to see
My girl with moist eyes and a reddened face
And she moves at a hurried pace to a place where no attention
Weighs on her… and the weight can be held in silence.
She feels small but she’s tall enough to be
An adult that hides the child I remember when she
Burst onto the earth with a fearless cry.
But now failure before a crowd chills the joy she brims with
And I can say nothing because I have no answer.
Nothing to change what happened.
Nothing to make things right.
Only love. Only mute, stupid love.
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