Barbara Temperton #24 - The soundman

for Mark

Everything’s ready for the parade:

speaker stacks crown the street,

cables - neatly gaffer taped -

streaming all ways.

In the town square: stands are ready

for microphones, music sheets;

foldbacks and stools await musicians

tuning instruments offstage.

The soundman sits in a beanchair

on the Library verandah. He is still -

serene as a bodhisattva -

watching an approaching storm front
upstage the sky.