At Shoreview's library listening on a headset,
"When the Last Morning Glory Blooms,"
next to a happy, laughing fellow
watching a movie on the computer.

Windows in front of us along the wall,
an open curtain to cloudy skies and
tall, still green oaks, a glorious panoramic view,
I peruse between songs, sending out resumes.

I love Peter Ostroushko's violin,
imagine I'm standing under the oaks,
twirling now and then,
my hair in the wind's wake.  Oh, a piano enters...

I hear nothing else closing my eyes,
minor key, violin and piano,
and laughter next to me
in the Shoreview Library.