Twin dream
driving Black Mountain, exhale
of sun,
sun-choked words, blind
breath crisp and dumb,
we are
crimson or wine
Music or universe –
said to shatter a piano
is not merely aleatoric,
but rehearsed
music by Braxton,
or creeping exhaust. Face
of the pipesmoker,
sleep-fading face
Don’t reminisce, just race
the road.
We remember –
spotty as conifer shades –
every switchback.

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