Oh, what an echo, I am in the
Hospital’s fourth floor medical
suites with a neurologist who
checks my neck and arm
At first I hum Verdi’s Celeste
Aida having heard it on the
radio, lovely acoustics, voice
augmented a hundredfold
Wanting to sing a fourth floor
concert – dream of singing choir
one day; harmonics reverberate
through me ...
... like they used to when I sang
at University
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