Miracle made Man

A violin is being played

in a open field, across the street

it’s fall, orange the leaves

are red and ebony

 

Flying off  into

a space above water

the leaves are carried

by the notes

we see one fly

we hear one sound

 

played by a woman

in a field

full of no memory

listening to the future

 

now the man knows

what he feels

 

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