I inscribe this poem --brief as it is-- to a favorite composer, whose life overlapped mine in the late 1950s, Marie-Joseph Cantaloube de Maleret. I call it Resolution of At least Two Directions. Hopefully afterward I can find a clip of his wonderful composition.
Guess I remembered it because, in my 1950s brain I decided "b" was an upside down "p". Still do... Poem:
Cannot climb only from hard to soft
Or ladder leading only aloft... Song:
Please stay connected, dreaming, thoughtful.We need each other.
