Scarlatti Out West
A poem by Marianne Szlyk

Scarlatti Out West

These notes could be water
heard on the radio,
the classical music station
streaming in from the coast.
Even the announcer’s voice
sounds like a full reservoir,
but someone else’s reservoir.

This sonata could make
the listener believe
it might rain here
where, seen from the mountain
in an old, black-and-white photo,
this city looks like the ocean,
a choppy inland sea,
able to breed rain clouds
but not today.

About the Author:

When Marianne Szlyk was a child, she used to spend her summers at Nature Training School near Worcester, MA. Now, she watches birds and turtles on YouTube. Her most recent book is Why We Never Visited the Elms (Poetry Pacific), which is available on Amazon. Her poems have appeared in Beltway Poetry Quarterly, MacQueen’s Quinterly, and Verse-Virtual.

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