THE MUSICIAN OF THE FOREST
By Robert Cooperman
On our walk
through a French forest,
someone's playing
a flute,
but not very well.
We wonder
if we've stumbled
into a fairy tale,
an enchanted tree
that was once
a musician,
and now cursed
with a tin ear,
a lead lip.
When we come upon
a young man
practicing one song
over and over,
Beth and I wave,
speculate
he's rehearsing:
to impress, to serenade,
the girl of his dreams,
poor thing.
Robert Cooperman lives
in Denver, Colorado. He reviews music for the magazine Keltic Fringe. He
has been published in: The American Poetry Review, Poetry East, California
Quarterly, Poetry Depth Quarterly and The Santa Barbara Review.
His book, In The Colorado Gold Fever Mountains, won the Colorado Book
Award for Poetry for 2000.
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