an untitled poem, for now

The universe

likes to play games

of sentiment

plucking two from

the countless numbers

with serendipity

under crescent moon

as Coltrane’s Stardust

rains over city

showering them,

fog devouring

their shore

as they live

within the confines

of obligation

and purpose,

but a turn,

a dance,

open and bright

finds

seamlessness of spirit

and dreams of light

in music and mirth

deepened relevance

even if

for the shortest spell

ever

on earth.

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