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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