RAMEAU IN E MINOR
(1683-1764)

It is a Sunday dawn
I'm quickly walking
tracing my search
for my red scarf
by the grassy river bed
on the Fenway
while the snow storm lasts
yet my  break away mind
is too fast in a rhyme
racing with chords
of the Rameau sonata
in E minor
with its allemande
yet I'm asked to play
this French composer
of Dijon today
at my bench
of the harpsichord at church
and start to laugh
without regret or sigh
as I secretly discover
my wrap was in my pocket
all the time
and a band of rainbows
appear in the shadows
of its passing remains
in the cloudy sky
through the stained glass
colored windows.