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24 Preludes

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In this light 

The accents of hydrangea

Obviating. 

 

2

Through the eyepiece spied

What felt like 

A poem come true. 

 

3

The trees’ attention

To mortality. 

 

4

Bodies subject

To mind and

Witches’ brew.

 

5

The belief in something

As simple as

The appearance of

A hummingbird.

 

6

Coaches whirled by

And dissolved – 

The dim, summer air.

 

7

Forgetting the center of gravity

When a bee springs from hyacinth.

 

8

Some dark spell in which

To be lyrical – 

 

9

Nature is about

As old as I

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10

Nothing so direct

As night forming

Upon the sails.

 

11

In October – torn

Between the interior

And exterior of

Greenhouses.

 

12

Forty frogs – 

Almost sounds like

Mozart.

 

13

New, molecular the past seems

In any one of the seaward winds.

 

14

In language there is line

And harmony.

 

15

Each strand of grass

A fractured timepiece – 

 

16

Flung like sands,

Material verses

Scanned the water’s surface.

 

17

If the question

Is implied, drawn,

Punctual, sublime … 

 

18

Thinking today 

Of a lark, or even

The semblance – a history

Of machines.

 

19

The sun poised

As in a painting

Recalling snow.

 

20

To one ear

Sweet nocturnes;

The other bears

Moon tones.

 

21

The end of the pier

Had meaning he threw

Far from there.

 

22

Apples at dusk

Oscillate like dust

 

23

These pillars carved

To outlast tides

Crumble and ring.

 

24

Blue, silent peaks

Wrap the vale

In impression – 

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