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clare rossini
we humans once lived in the moment,
the moment being all there was. stuffing our mouths
with berries, we 2 on the ground to make
an early 3 of love. then wind
brought the 4 of a predator's haunch, panic
ensuing. how divine it must have seemed
when, at last, we had time to ponder clouds
as they built their chateaus. 5 into words,
words into the updraft of questions --
a miracle to carry the world
on the tongue: "world." even the heart at last
consigning itself to 6: ah, thee....
the numbers tidying things up, the numbers
knitting things to equations, the theorems
proposing, revising, 7, each
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,
every 8 in the house yawning empty.
you, elsewhere, lift a screen in the air (got it!)
then send an image toward the chill
falls back to the planet
-- let's pause for a moment, 11 earth
cloud-swaddled, gamboling around our star....
somewhere in new 12, a tower corrals
your cache of photons, beams them on
to the privacy of my circuits, which are roused
by your 13: check out this sunset,
love! a finger to the warm flesh of glass,
and my screen goes bronze with a roman dusk.
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