Richard Porter

Headphones On
   for Hazel
 
Ready? And go. And time will tell.
But now, for now, enthralled, we dwell
in love's commotion, beauty's bend
where resonance and motif mend
discordant vibes, perturbing drifts
subsumed into the sonic lift.
And we, enamored with it all,
presume our lives will pause in awe,
forfending any future rifts
but courses run and tempos shift.
All songs resolve, and, in the end,
sometimes the final chords offend.
We never know what time will tell
but now, for now, we hope and dwell.

Richard Porter is but a lowly reference clerk who jumps rope with the Kansas/Missouri border. His poetry has appeared in The Asses of Parnassus, Grand Little Things, and The Orchards Poetry Journal.