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
Pay no notice to them and gaze 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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