Music I feel the pull of trees climbing up around my heart, hitting the highs we’d climb, the branches shaking with delight as the leaves catch the air, it’s a stream that rattles the ground, a whisper of wings, bright with all that moves, and I too, dance among the flowers, alight, hoping for the bright shadows that shake the night, larks too high, like the laughter falling from a child, laughing at the stars above.

— Frank O’Hara

• Frank OHara