32 Poems

I count the seconds, click by weighted click, As though they were the tumblers to a safe           I meant, in time, to crack, Knowing that if it took a hundred years Of nimble-fingered tuning and retuning           And a musician’s ears To learn the art—a lifetime spent in straining To hear that moment when the moment …

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