Saturday, August 23, 2008
Other Keys
remarkably it must be the same Richard Stoltzman
still tripping up and down his clarinet's remarkable
range my static destroys it forced into other room
one tiny fly too annoying bumblebees thick in the
raspberries I reach among them pick ripe no sting
this time early morning they're just getting started
was I here did I do anything seized by vagueness
comfortable sensations familiar wardrobe dusting
recycling all that phoning other keys absent loves
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