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Since you’re here and we’re getting to know each other, I will share with you that in addition to being an executive coach I’m a poet and a musician. So to make this detour worthwhile, I offer you this poem I wrote visiting Mexico that was published by Common Ground in 2016. Enjoy, Dave

THE SOUND OF A FOUNTAIN IN MEXICO CITY

Pigeons flap

through the chemical haze struggling

for elevation

a girl’s shriek, horn blast or
Bedlam at the Gate of Lions   
sparked the exodus

Chapultepec.

Concrete ensconces the soft
ground like a corset

the alien form of the mushroom fountain

drips and seethes

I sit at the transom

cleaved open by the sound of running water

Tizoc’s legions once streamed
across this red earth
soft padding of a thousand feet

insects buzzing like wood saws in the

green gold air

I sit in a hanging chair
drinking coffee as ever
air plants cling to branches

“And all times are one time”
the old pulse still quickens
blood still iron and salt


(c) 2016 David Rosenheim