Concerto in F

I wrote this poem during the second movement of Gershwin's Concerto in F

I can lie in wait now
knowing that I've fucked up
because Gershwin's Concerto in
F
is so fucking right.
I love her and the first movement,
bold,
impactful,
has passed...
and now,
onn the second movement
tumultuous,
i wait for the third movement and all this pain to pass.
O daughters let's go down
let's godown
let's go down
down to the river to pray.

as if now I'd ever tell you anything...

TX pictures'll be back tomorrow. I had a bad day.