the woman sitting next to me at the symphony
fell asleep for Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring,
and that’s no small feat considering all the percussion,
the bass drum pounding,
she woke up with a start, muttering morning phrases,
caught herself, shook off stranger’s gazes,
and went right back to listening,
you know, I do that about 100 times a day,
so if you catch me when my eyes glaze over,
then wake me, do me a favor,
would you wake me…
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