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Now and Then
The music parts and joins, parts
like strands of hair under a comb,
like currents traced in foam
on fast water.
My thoughts
lift from the stream, dance upon
the secret motions of the air,
there and here, up, down,
settle at last back on the stream,
the water swirling under them,
sure on its own course, unaware.