Beethoven’s Tempest: Poem by Miriam Sagan

pianist in red
plays Beethoven’s “The Tempest”
sometimes
there is sheet music
sometimes you’re driving at night
in fog,
not remembering the rule
about high beams,
the child in the forest
survives
but who left us
and why did they lie
about how breadcrumbs
are permanent as pebbles?
you say you are just an hour
outside of Clayton, New Mexico
and will be home
before I am,
something is missing—
my mother’s memories
my fake pearl earring
the fondness I should have
but like an ellipse
what is gone
flares
crescent moon
as if the sky
were a flag
and the polluted harbor
floated with stars

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