in front of me at the new music recital
his body an attentive comma
leaning toward
the oncoming waves
I watch him try to follow the mysterious arc
and overlapping pulses
like a rope jumper waiting to enter
the rhythm of a familiar game
but it can’t be done
the long trembling note
thickens and implodes
mice scatter under the skin
the inner ear unfolds vagueness
a storm of unrelenting sound
drowns the gutters
an enormous insect
beats, beats the air
outward and back into the vortex
until the quiet air rushes in where
nothing remains
but our noisy clapping and confusion
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