[syndicate] Ah

[Alan Sondheim]

Ah

The tinkling of a glass of champagne, o lucky couple the next car over
A snatch of a Russian folk-song, hummed by an expectant mother behind me
The humming of the rails across endless plateaus, poplars in the distance
A murmur of twittering birds in the flying snow of dawn
The thrumming of a guitar and endless cheers and toasts
Sleighs and horses' white breath and full speed ahead
A man raises a monocle, a woman smiles slowly, her book upon her lap
A young girl sketches the passing landscape, death is in her eyes
Sweating furiously, the surly playwright stands in the open-air car
Comets and rainbows, something is about to happen

http://www.asondheim.org/grit1.mp3
http://www.asondheim.org/grit2.mp3