Ad libs

Posted: January 13, 2013 in Memoir, Verses
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the old organ reworked
had sung with the cantor,
an incognito i’ve never seen,
before the sexton dumped it.
now pedals fitted, bellows mend
keys reset, lid hinged, polished over
it finds a place of rest
by the wall of the prayer room.
uncle’s boy wss playing tenor
with bass accompaniments after
his lessons was a rare sight
even more as he left the place.
when i sit working the pedals
groping keys with a single hand
it’s nothing but a puerile vigour
or unquenched curiosity, not more

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