Ed Beller

A Train Ride and One Dollar in His Sombrero

For one dollar on the number one
I saw his small brown fingers dance on the accordion.
He danced too,
This small brown virtuoso.
But softly.
Mastery of the instrument
Made movement irrelevant.

Note: Some of the subway trains in N.Y.C. are designated by number. Mexican
musicians
often play and pass the hat.


Wind

There is power in the wind.
And small strength in a small boy's voice
In the sixth floor hallway on his way to school.
They will meet soon
And the father, standing near his son,
Will remember his father
And how he stared silently at the wind bent trees.

{Poetry by Ed Beller}