Listening to
the palpable

wistfulness
in its ennui

minor piano
lush foreign

words sung
by women

in bobs or curls
flowing skirts

muted horns
orchestrally

adorned in
sixties streets

passing sixties
cars and

deep nostalgic
sensibilities

so bright and
light and hopeful

the pain of
loss sweeps

across me like
the strings

painting love
scenes in

panting breath
with harpsichord

plucks and
woodwind death