Poetry Prevails
Someone scrawls “Mozart Rules!” across the toilet stall wall
but the frog choir outside, inhabiting Rumi’s field,
give lie to the words before her ink is dry,
though who’s to say molecules of Mozart
have not imbued the leading bullfrog with unique
patterns of tone and harmony? Poetry
prevails here, embraced by an eccentric women
prowling the leafy grounds dressed
in a velvet gown and round sombrero, accompanied
by Parsley the cat who risks freedom
for Cheetos and sleeps now in the front pew,
yellow crumbs still adorning her whiskers,
while live poets rise one after another
to quote their dead commadres and padres
with tears, laughter and love.
