String quartet honors Haydn as I play
online Scrabble against some sly Asian
computer scoring points with Mandelay
tree names or Sanskrit grammar but complains
my American slang is out of bounds.
That’s okay. It gets in a hurry. Lines
me up for triple-double word scores, rounds
I win nine out of ten times we joust. John
Williams’ guitar caresses Rodriguez:
“It Is Well With My Soul”. Yes. It is well.
I’m recalling the moon like crystal glaze
over Lake Tahoe in June. Sat a spell
on the shore, calm water reflecting sky.
Bird-cricket symphony caused me to cry.
Roger Armbrust
June 8, 2020
