The Peach Tree

Adrian's playing in DADGAD
His guitar cradled as a sleepless child
Finding the notes between familiar ones
In restless (new) relationships.

When he plays like that,
Sonorous and wild,
He is playing the whole damned thing:
Accidentals plucked from the wind in
Subdivisions
That Zeno
Hypothesised.

The peach tree
Sensing that
Its death is near
Fruits heavily in a frenzy of fecundity
As you, my dear, grew luscious and serene
In the few short months before
The cancer plucked you.

I keep your dust in a cupboard.
It gently stirs as Adrian explores
Virtual harmonies
And the spaces in between:
Infinite equation
Vibrating atoms
Animating air.


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