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Reality

is like a contemporary string

quartet:

the first violinist puts on a crow’s head.

And the cellist

soliloquizes on a white lotus

in the rain.

The violist discusses

love, rage, and terror.

And the second violinist reports on the latest coup

in Afghanistan.

A gazelle leaps

in October light.

I am dazzled.