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San Francisco's famed piano bar in the Clift Hotel is
paneled
entirely from a single 2,000 year old redwood
- Frommer's Guide
Chilled wine and Chopin
By golden gate and beryl sea
In a town wrapped in mist and the Mystery
I sit in a heart gleaming with
Sepia light
Throbbing with forest life
And make this prayer
Nestled in a tree transmogrified
To piano, harp, and history
May there be blood enough
In me to some day feed
A redwood tree. May my
bones
Be found suitable for flutes
And my hair woven into
Nests of owl and redwing.
May my offering be accepted
On a great green altar
And in my time and turning
May these molecules, too,
Become music and my soul
(Like this soul) sing.
B.A.
St.Andrews, whose poems appear in THE PARIS REVIEW, CAROLINA
QUARTERLY, JAMA, THE GETTYSBURG REVIEW, teaches creative writing at
the Center for Bioethics & Humanities, Upstate Medical
University. Syracuse,
NY.
 
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