When the soprano kissed the coalman
When the soprano kissed the coalman, the world collapsed on itself. And began anew.
She steps through theater air. Her hair, a radiant gold, swaying like an Tupelo porch swing. Her voice piercing and melodic. Notes of apricot and honeydew hang like ornaments. She smells of honeysuckle and wears a glycerin smile. Her name Tokaj (“toe-kye”). She is born from northeastern Hungary. Her audience often summoned by royal degree.
Brazilian coalman in Rio de Janeiro, photo courtesy of Ja…