Poem: Convalescence

Brian Eno listening to a harp album

convalescing. He can barely lift a finger.

the taxi-cab banged him up pretty good –

or pretty bad – depends how you look at it.

the album of harp music on

in the background. the rain takes over – or it provides

further soundtrack – depends how you hear it.

he has no control over the volume

he’s just regaining control of himse…