Big Window

a quick glimpse of something beautiful

The Frontier and the Bach Frontier

rose           petals dipped in           sugar other social concerns

a dark mobile           for           a bad           baby healthy as a carrotathon

the dork-mobile’s in the driveway now           lingering           like an

assumption of crime           wave from the doorway           limp laughter in

the snow           March ripening           like an Elizabethan banquet

festivities like an hourglass           bible verses and fetishes           digital hourglass digital

pomp and digital           circumstances stand           vigorous as melody

Bach troubles           one-way ticket out of music school

brown leather           jungle aroma on the fingertips

the three ancient schools’           notable pupils           but early Bach’s

salary           His duties there           His competition with

agreement and disagreement           David’s love for           itself a thing to

love lies bleeding           like a fuchsia rope of petals around

the tattoo Fabio           some regrets must be chiseled away

up to 10-gauge wire using           only the teeth

by Connie Deanovich

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