Robert M. Simmons  

from Morning in Middleborough... (Poems 1991-2006)    

           Boom Box on a Late Summer Eve

From the side porch

on a late summer eve

we watch the setting sun

create a gallery of Turners and Constables

stretching from the garden to the horizon.

As daylight fades to darkness,

crickets and cicadas

become a festival of string quartets

playing Mozart, Haydn and Schubert,

while fireflies are fairy lamps

from legendary lands.

When suddenly these sights and sounds,

the history of art and music,

indeed, civilization itself

and nature too,

are unceremoniously swept aside

by a savage storm

sent not from Olympian heights,

rather from the hairy hand of man

turning the volume control knob

on his boom box

as he passes in the street.

                        © 2003 by Robert M. Simmons

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Boom Box on a Late Summer Eve