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      August 2, 2009Bach in the DC SubwayDavid Lee Garrison

      As an experiment,
      the Washington Post
      asked a concert violinist—
      wearing jeans, tennis shoes,
      and a baseball cap—
      to stand near a trash can
      at rush hour in the subway
      and play Bach
      on a Stradivarius.
      Partita No. 2 in D Minor
      called out to commuters
      like an ocean to waves,
      sung to the station
      about why we should bother
      to live.
      A thousand people
      streamed by. Seven of them
      paused for a minute or so
      and thirty-two dollars floated
      into the open violin case.
      A café hostess who drifted
      over to the open door
      each time she was free
      said later that Bach
      gave her peace,
      and all the children,
      all of them,
      waded into the music
      as if it were water,
      listening until they had to be
      rescued by parents
      who had somewhere else to go.

      from #30 - Winter 2008

      David Lee Garrison

      “I began writing poems in high school when I realized that Iris Meade would never go out with me. I talked with Iris at our 25th reunion and found that she was a much more complex, talented, and beautiful person than the one I saw through the prism of adolescent hormones. We’re good friends now, and I still write poems.”