December 27, 2013

Finding Frank Sinatra

We wandered around
for nearly an hour,
before finding
Frank Sinatra.

I wanted to hear
him once again,
beneath a marquee
bearing his name.

We found him down 
this row of stones,
holding some roses
left by a fan.

He was at peace 
in this quiet house,
sitting center stage
always part of his plan.

He looked out over
the silent crowd,
knowing he'd forever
sound the same,

if only he
could find his breath,
be carried back
from whence he came.