Friday, January 29, 2010

Sponsored by Mineralava

For Rebecca. 

standing there, gazing,
they all thought him a god -
eighty-eight ladies lined up like the keys
of a freshly tuned baby grand;

he was tired of music
(but too gracious to show it).

seventeen weeks of sweating and smiling
and barely a moment alone with his bride...

that night, at the garden,
he crowned one a queen,
the final note in
a minuet of merchandising.



Rudolph Valentino and the Mineralava Tour

4 comments:

rudyfan1926 said...

That's really nice!

Avalon76 said...

Thank you very much!

Rebeccake said...

Love the poem and the symbolism of music. Very well done. I'm so glad I found your site!

Avalon76 said...

Thanks for the compliment - I'm glad you did too! ^_^