IN SAN FRANCISCO

Playing Stravinsky
in twelve toned motion
an earthquake tremor
hits our trio
in the quickened third
movement of my vibrato
on my violin bridge
near Golden Gate
arriving here late
in so much traffic
yet singing in my tongue
at the intersection
after a local film crew
screens our session,
a writer for the Chronicle
collars me for
an interview
as I meet my Dutch uncle
who was in the Resistance
and asked him
to speak to an authentic hero.