Ten Taps
the ten taps of your fingertips
to a sonnet’s beat
I understand now
the precision that lets you hold
butterflies, and me
to a sonnet’s beat
I understand now
the precision that lets you hold
butterflies, and me
To E. B.
Last night, I spoke your name in a crowded room. The place fell silent. Even in my dreams, they've heard the news of your death.
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all my best,
Alan
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