I have glimpsed you once
again at death's simple door
and I palm your chin,
caress your impossible neck
wait for an unlikely grin.
in the concert hall,
you were the girl
swathed in tulle, the swan
beaking faux pearls
the lights dimmed;
wandering Jew music
mused us back
to where I call
you again and again
by all your unknown names.
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