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Contrapuntal Occurrence

Lbelans, 2018



A constellation glints off the window sill prism.


in a downbeat.


Three friends died within an autumnal week of each other. They were younger than I am

All of them lit by glistening sun

            all the walking days of their lives.


Carl Sagan

said - Our matter is made of red giant stars; 

evolution of life is caused by their death. 



Under October’s low-hanging orb, an old man

fiercely plunks a city trashcan. He might be playing Rachmaninoff.

            In the rearview mirror, maybe Monk.


Orange candy corn pylons line the road on my way

 to buy Halloween treats; Terence Blanchard’s Choices riffs on the car radio.

            In an interlude, Cornel West chews on spoken words.


Emerald green balloons

tumble down Broad Street. They seem to be in a hurry.

            In hindsight,

maybe lost.



Stars scatter across the ceiling, spilling along the wall.

Perhaps my three friends have come to offer a last line

            in that moment,

dusk settles.


Gustav Mahler

said - The symphony should be like the world;

it must embrace everything.

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