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East Grand Boulevard
Lined with run-down and ram-shackled centers for assisted living
And aging mansion in various states of disrepair and dereliction
A city street in faded glory
Where old people sit on wide front porches
Talking together on summer afternoons in late August
Watching the traffic pass as they had in June
Until the sun sets across the street
Behind the building with a burned out roof
And beyond the elms in full foliage
Until they are taken in
Still talking in low voices
Soft as the sunset colors
That paints the purple sky in twilight
And fade slowly into silence
As darkness grows
-Doug Tanoury 9-2-00
Missa Aeterna Christi Mumera
And as she talked to me
I thought that the sound of her voice
Was closer to song than normal speech
And I no longer listened to what she said
The words lost all meaning
But only retained the qualities of sound
Pitch and tone
Note and timbre
I heard the melody of phrase
The music in each sentence
In conversation that moved
Like a concerto progressing
Through movements
And I was charmed as she talked
As if she spoke a medieval chant
In Latin resplendent and sacred
Echoing from vaulted ceilings and
Walls articulated in arched windows
Flowering pilasters
All held toward heaven
By wide marble columns
With Corinthian capitols
And it must be so when the angels
Talk to God
Their voices so sweet
He must be distracted
-Doug Tanoury 8-26-00
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