Shoestring Heart

On a clear day of blue
Mestopholes taught the band to play;
barons bitched
badges stitched
and the press was bewitched
as the tune screamed into now-grayed
skies and souls without a compass.

Rocking chairs rocked
and Life rolled forward,
not as a coward,
but as an entity that knows not
what lurks around the bend,
not looking to fend
off music looking
to ravage its shoestring heart.

Life, to be sure, goes on and on.