London, by Phone
by Carol Wolrich
Telling me, through the phone call,
about the gardens of Regent's Park,
and all the people there; playing the
warm evening through their senses.
Describing the scent of antique roses,
banks of bluebells and cherry blossom
frothing the walkways. Blackbirds
chiming songs in confident tones.
Then, strolling by, like a happy
minstrel, came a singer, serenading
the park with his vast tenor voice,
accompanied by his partner in poetry:
A lyrical soprano; their duet
spreading silk across the temperate
dusk. Was it simply the sensuous
London twilight that inspired them?
Or were they rehearsing for a show –
showing off? You held out the phone for
me to hear. Soon, they were gone. But
the memory will carry for years to come.
We say goodbye. I put down the phone,
after promising to go there together,
one day; hoping, too, to be serenaded
at twilight, by London having fun.
©2007 Carol Wolrich
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