Admiring Orchestras

8/12/25 11:51pm

I don’t think I’ll ever learn to play violin, or

Write something that sounds like a crescendo

The way I hear it in my head,

And I don’t think you know how to

Hold one anyway, but old dogs still want

Homes, and old hands still need something

To grab onto, whether or not calluses

Get in the way of blood flow or a

Poem that sounds like a viola

At best

— ODH