Dear Jews Harp
he had an inkling
as to what the world was
as to what the universe was
which is why
his sitting on the porch step
playing a beloved jews harp
was so poignant
among the other spheres
and as if, through it,
these convoluted orbits
of journey-filled rounds
contributed dearly
to his rhythm
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