This entry is part 7 of 22 in the series Alternate Histories

We didn’t say goodbye
with our hands but
with naked branches.
(And anyway it was
more of a hello.)
You undid me the way
a fire plays a harp,
the strings singing as
they snap. (Each note
can only sound once:
an excellent discipline!)
They are still together,
your smoke & my fog.
(I feed them wood.)

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  1. I really like this. And it’s such happy-making stuff to see you two inspiring each other.

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