Tuesday, April 3, 2012

“How Are You?”

as different from –
and yet related to –

as any bird

to and from
a dinosaur:
she’s a thrush’s

minor thirds –
rushing into dissonances
vaguely recollected –

heard before:
a mournful harmony
becoming funny –

charming –
and alarming.
Hard to say

just how
she is:
strange task

to try.
People ask.
She’s not sure why.


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