Awakened to a Castrato Singing
- Joshua Meander
- Jun 27
- 1 min read
by Joshua Meander
Like a lamb he stayed close
To home, sweet and dainty.
Skin like he bathed in milk.
Walked away as the boys chose
Sides for baseball in the street.
Even a coy look in his eyes,
Mannerisms like a novice nun.
I didn’t know of tree nymphs.
Playing house with the girls,
A boy of nine like me.
When he gave compliments
You felt lifted and then dropped.
Like an expensive glass vase
We knew better than to knock
Him over. He aided us in
Grammar and mathematics.
As a baby blanketed in his crib,
Was he awakened by a castrato
Singing Handle on the radio?
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Joshua Meander of Forest Hills, New York. He published a magazine called Nomad’s Choir for 30 years and stopped doing so now that websites are preferred. He is a world traveler and thinks of Earth as home
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