by Anselm Hollo

    for Jane

    is to be one to the one

    closest to you

    who shares the air

    & other elements

    right there    next to you

    two bodies wrapped in darkness

    among millions of other bodies

    wrapped in darkness & smoke

    war bloodshed & chaos

    voices rising out of the dirt

    one to the one    without whom one

    wouldn't be one

    who saves one when lost

    in regions of the past

    raging at bygone constellations

    pursued by a swarm of angst gnats

    who saves by her sight & sound & touch

    to notice

    that gravity's strong on this planet

    notice

    there's a half-ton of apples in that tree

    notice   cricket jumping on cedar branch

    feline humor   magpie elegance

    in sum

    this world

    born not so long ago

    with maybe not that far to go

    still roaming

    the contradictory corridors

    of a universe or two

    wind turns pages   then shuts book

    he looks up   she looks up from piano keys

    hold that frame

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