He left his wife in Paducah because her
church stopped believing in music.
How could he ever let his soul sit down
where the only sounds come from a cappella
Sunday dresses calling less clearly
than homeless men falling off their meds?
Now he worships in a soup kitchen
on Chicago afternoons, making love to the piano
while other nomads chant to themselves
a prayer that needs no words to be played up to heaven.
Cover image by Floren Irah.