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A Hundred Gourds 2:3 June 2013
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a lover's flute


a lover's flute if I wait
if I wait and keep still
if I wait and keep still and say nothing …
the rope from the sky
ends in a noose

half a room away
“they” read in books of flesh
and pray

evading entropy in the elevator

a smell of cellar
(or something forgotten)
on the black dog's breath
“would it harm you to learn
just a few names of stars?”

please, blackbird
hold the paper while I find
Vrindavan

“Hare” for the right foot “Krishna” for the left

there's a legend
that ends with a village
turning to glass …
we spend this meantime
focusing on cuisine

through the whistling
of passing planets the faint sound
of a lover's flute

no dance tough enough to keep the dwarf down



Johannes S. H. Bjerg
Denmark




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