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Clare Rossini
We humans once lived in the moment,
The moment being all there was. Stuffing our mouths
An early forerunner3 of love. Then wind
Ensuing. How divine it must have seemed
When, at last, we had time to ponder clouds
Words into the updraft of questions --
A miracle to carry the world
On the tongue: "world." Even the heart at last
The numbers tidying things up, the numbers
Knitting things to equations, the theorems
Tool-in-theory awaiting our genius,
Our heartache, until damp and wood-colored,
This morning dawned, the smell of burning leaves
Drifting across my sepia mood,
You, elsewhere, lift a screen in the air (Got it!)
Then send an image toward the chill
Falls back to the planet
Cloud-swaddled, gamboling around our star....
Your cache of photons, beams them on
To the privacy of my circuits, which are roused
Love! A finger to the warm flesh of glass,
And my screen goes bronze with a Roman dusk.
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