I was spellbound <br />by the graceful arc <br />of his arm <br />and the precision <br />of his movement. <br />Did he train in Vienna? <br /> <br />I longed to hear the woodwinds <br />awakened by the white glove <br /> <br />pointed <br /> <br />but <br />reluctantly <br />I drove on, <br />otherwise <br />the cars behind me <br />would have honked, <br /> <br />and the pointsman <br />would have directed <br />his traffic officer precision <br />and ire <br />at me.<br /><br />Diana van den Berg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conductor-3/
