Tagged: fugue

all day, the rain falls

all day, the rain falls
in brooklyn like a fugue,
repeating the same
theme on its way
down – ledge, leaf,
rung, stoop,
ledge, leaf, rung,
stoop, ledge,
leaf, rung, stoop –
rubato-
ing and
accelerando-ing
together
with the ease of
a seasoned symphony
.
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from the south, at thirty-

from the south, at thirty-
two miles per hour, the wind
stutters a wet toccata
only his mother
could recognize. the
improvisational currents
are so strong, even
sleep has pulled away
.
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the things i saw

the things i saw
on the way
to you –
the moon facing
off the rising
sun in a
gunslinging
moment, lightning
draws; a flock of
eighth notes sitting
on the D- and F-
lines, the plumpest
glissandi;
a geometry
of light
deciphering a
georgia pine,
a double
fugue revealing
its counterpoint
.
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