Two Poems

Counterpoint

    Hope is the thing with feathers - Emily Dickinson

Something with feathers
outgrew them, it seems
                                    and flew off.
Not officially, no announcement
          on the news in either language.
But it's in the air
                          a pensive drift
of fledgling moult.

                                   ... For listeners
at home I should explain:
                                          the maestro
has put his cello aside to demonstrate
placement.
                  He leans
slightly forward, and now
- arms reaching out and around -
...