~

Wherever I’ve heard
the bird’s mellow tune

in Central Virginia or Stuyvesant Town,
Monet’s Giverny and old Santa Fe,

I’m carried away,
transfigured therefrom,
to any such place as
mentioned among.

In inner-state ramble,
I wander away

to Central Virginia, Stuyvesant Town,
Monet’s Giverny or to old Santa Fe.

I haven’t changed,
the world’s moved along;
leaving me standing,
while still moving on.

The world will still change,
while I stay the same

in Central Virginia or Stuyvesant Town,
Monet’s Giverny or old Santa Fe,

whenever I hear it,
that same mellow song,
simply on hearing
melodious song;

and if not corrected,
it could be I’m wrong,

in Central Virginia, or Stuyvesant Town;
Monet’s Giverny, or old Santa Fe.

but at the same moment,
same place and same song,

here in Virginia, in Stuyvesant Town,
Monet’s Giverny, and old Santa Fe –

whatever, whenever,
wherever the song,
the world will still stay,
while I will be gone.
~

©2015 Marvin Welborn
4 June 2015