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AprilPoWriMo 21

How fortunate to have a record of
these days I thought would never come again
and true to form they haven’t at least not
in nonverbal shapes the way a guitar
enables chords to ring out of thin air
disturbed by these vibrations static clay
responds by taking on a resemblance
eventually out of the motion
it is easy to figure takes place once
only the universe begs to differ
these brief moments important years your life
written in permanent ink on the skin
the thin membrane that makes the past present
particulars turn the same different

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher