Road of Dust

by Aidan Andrew Dun

road1

I saw a troubadour
on a road of dust
he sang an old
Minnesinger song:
How can I go on
when everything’s
so short, so long?
Thus the refrain
amusing really.

He carried
on his shoulders
a grand piano
(the same thing
as a harp in a coffin)
strong enough to sustain
a concert-grand
on thin shoulders.

Superman, I shouted
after him in the distance
what’s the secret
of your journey
disappearing
into the future?

There was no reply
only the melodious
passing of the wind
through strings
suspended
in the sky.

Advertisements