F#

I could reflect back on a wonderful day
getting Rusty to do my experiments for me
speaking French with Daniel and Veronique
having birthday crepe suzette for dinner
with my beloved,
but I end the day with F#,
that horrible note that screechs
and breaks with no good cause,
the breath is strong and pure,
the intention divine,
the will intense
and yet screech it does
over and over so I go dejectedly
to write a poem, not of a wonderful day
but the new nemesis, no longer the E,
but the F#
I hope she falls into place
sooner than
later.