Spiritus (A Poem)
I used to think of you
as a symphony
neatly structured,
full of no surprises.
Now I see you as
a saxophone solo
blowing wildly
into the night,
a tongue of fire
flicking in unrepeated
patterns.
-Steve Turner
I used to think of you
as a symphony
neatly structured,
full of no surprises.
Now I see you as
a saxophone solo
blowing wildly
into the night,
a tongue of fire
flicking in unrepeated
patterns.
-Steve Turner
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