A College Composer   21/1/2015
 
Just out of sleep,
bees waxed floors
College- centuries worn
rub by rub
numb-cold toes.
 
Tip-toeing heavily-
(dypraxia running
like a jerky tug
 through the family generations)
for him to slide his thumbs,
to open his sling -
MacBook Pro.
 
Latin stained fingers
Virgil tackled, armies toppled
glide notes into keys
from dream to his blue Bose headphones
filling black leather not yet
a piece
you and I don’t hear.