Pantoum with Trombone Player
The sun is a disaster waiting to happen,The gypsy trombone player starts to blareLa Vie en Rose again, and Hello, Dolly.I turn Fairouz up not to have to listen.
The gypsy trombone player starts to blare,today, and yesterday, at noon, at seven.I turn Fairouz up not to have to listen,and hear my panic clanging in a cavern.
Today, and yesterday, at noon, at seven,the sun in splendor, summer, and it scares me.I hear my panic clanging in a cavernwhere light and dark are blaring repetition.
The sun is splendid, summer, and it scares me—the pain and disappearance I came back to,where light and dark were blaring repetition,replay—their names, their unforgiving absence.
The pain and disappearance I came back to,the absent present, and that present absencereplay their…