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Beating Heart, Dancing Feet  

  Lunch Music 


Between jointfir drifting off in small collectives
those things that happen become malevolent
like a thrill.  And this was and would continue
as the accompanist, the ancillary arpeggio

to those things that happened to become
   our morning.
It is surely the same guilt that goes idle
as the accompanist hums the accompanying notes
and the newcomer's karma is suspect.

It is surely the same guilt that goes idle
as all of the young men are feeling a bit gritty
while the newcomer's motives are suspect
with her captive hopes and desirable motions.

All of the men are young and feeling gritty
or harbored by the sudden lover's hands
with her held intentions and desirable motions.
Like the man who visits a woman for lunch

and is harbored by the sudden lover's arms
while cacti impale the feckless tumbleweeds.
The man who visits a woman for lunch
may have shared a lamentable past.

As opuntia impale the feckless tumbleweeds
you hear a music as the arroyo draws quietly in.
You may also have shared a lamentable past
yet it was articulate and simply proffered.

You hear the music as the arroyo draws in
between sagebrush drifting off in small collectives,
articulate and simply proffered
like a thrill, which it is and will continue to be.



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