Public pianos everywhere—
on the airport baggage
claim level, outside the convention
center entrance, inside the city
center second floor lobby. Where’s the one
to play in open air
in the park under an old elm
near the dandelion
fountain? Not there yet.
Vic Chesnutt
Vic
Deceptively simple, deceptively
broken, some collision
of Southern Gothic
with Stevie Smith’s “not waving
but drowning”—I know so little.
All I can do is keep
listening to the music. That’s what’s left
to do.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 