NOW

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NOW

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Now can’t be edited
Burnished in the looking back
Until it is past

But the fear of winter’s devastation
The dismantling it brings
Can derail it 

Sitting quiet with Now
Takes some attention

As a piano is coaxed 
Into tune with itself
String by string
The whole being absorbs
Wild windows of green
Attends to the value
Of an apple
Transient sun on old stone
Or the smell of rain 

For some, ‘now’ is the rush
Of destruction 
Viewed through the flap
Of a ripped tent 
All consuming 
Landscape of  loss

My ‘now’ is perched
On the summit of my years

As I await the day
When the world’s tears
Turn to springs

_{Burgundy, 13.10.2024}