ACCORDION MAN
Leaning against a wall, in an underground
corridor in New York City’s Grand Central Station
Is a man holding an accordion
Hands stretched wide
as its lung prepare to exhale
Then its reeds release a husky sound
—a message to hurrying commuters
He sings a song and imagines the air
leaving is to resuscitate a passerby
Like a whale with blow hole
in a vast ocean, releasing its spray
His is a mist of oxygen against a stone wall,
alone, like a wolf, howling in the night
For busy commuters who will dare look up
to see the moon
— Abraham Menashe
© 2017