Photo Eicho dancing in Chile – William Johnston – NYTimes
What is a tango for one,
sad music of a lone guitar?
What use are red high heels
when they have no partners?
The cobbled streets are lonely,
The shops are shuttered,
The cathedral bells are dull.
The bandoneon bends hearts
with more longing and more desire.
I turn slowly, on my own,
now that my hearthrobs
©Gay Reiser Cannon * 4.24.2017
two notes with long fermatas
sitting on opposing staffs
they were like that
in a gray world of weary waiting
each day sunlight refracted through clouds
of time that held familiarity and terror
they passed each other in the markets
breathing the same heavy air
she dropped her glove; he found it
and kept it in his coat pocket
imagining its owner, as she pondered
its loss along with the others
both sensed the perilous times
both heard the plinking keys
plucking tunes from their hearts
giving them courage before
they were detained and taken away
© Gay Reiser Cannon * 4.23.2017