At Hillcrest’s Damgoode Pies, Jason’s playing
the Beatles’ Revolver CD. Yuba
City, CA, my teen grandniece can sing
all lyrics to Elvis gold. A tuba
haloes Tronzo’s slide guitar on Spanish
Fly’s ’94 Fly By Night flowing from
my Internet. Spirit, please grant my wish:
Fill our great globe with Bill Asti’s wisdom.
Let fearful eyes see what he sees—vast breath
of human song, a single song’s lyric
in every action, each chord joining death
and life as one dance linking our mystic
selves to our earth selves—a city divine,
meeting this inspired architect’s design.
Roger Armbrust
January 11, 2008
