Calling Us Home

April 12, 2023

With only twelve notes

the music commands

Some white and some black

their harmony grand

Scoring the melody

eternal and free

Whether Quincy or Frank,

Prince, Peggy, or me

Heaven the audience

Angels out front

Truth for a drummer

Sandalphon conducts

All time in abeyance

the chorus in song

Both gates swinging open

—the silence is gone

(The New Room: April, 2023)

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