She looks at the roses
In front of her cabin.
Only feature of delicacy
In her harsh Alaskan existence.
Husband brought them there.
With little success.
Unable to have kids.
Remembering days back in Britain
Star on the stage with
Her famed mezzo soprano
Booked nights
Name in lights.
Adulation from that nation.
Thoughts cause her to sing
At the little key board.
Sounds are other worldly, haunting.
heart poured out.
One man carrying everything
In his banged up gray backpack.
Walking the rails.
Hobo.
Hears the heavenly
Under northern stars, watching
And weeps.
Title: music in the bush
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