Poetry Pick

For Love Alone by Norma West Linder

Late in the afternoon at the entrance to the mall a frail old gentleman in rumpled blue serge suit tucks his violin under his long white beard and fills the autumn air with haunting music from Cavalleria Rusticana His instrument almost a part of him eyes closed against the crowd he plays for love alone After a mystical time the old man stops picks up his case tenderly encloses his violin inside and leaves a scattering of silver coins on the ground behind him He played for love alone When Angels Weep (TOPS, 2009)

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