Music in Regent Park 

It's Sunday afternoon in Regent Park.
Willows sweep loose branches
like hair over green chairs set on the meadow
inviting everyone to sit and listen.
The orchestra takes a break
for the applause
and the conductor satisfied with the music
is planning the next piece.
Just a little earlier
while they were still playing
a small boy on a skateboard
circling the stage
shouted Booooo....
No one hushed him.
Only a woman with silver hair
and a shiny trumpet
looked at him and smiled.  

   - Eli Tomer

        Eli's poem is included in a book published
        by GVANIM in Tel Aviv. To read more of Eli's writing, 
        please visit his Web site: 
        http://www.geocities.com/tomereli/index.html