Poem Hunter
FK Frederick Kesner (28 August / St. Thomas University Hospital)


I am never without Ludwig
that mess of tangled hair
accompanying me with his
fifth, ninth, and moonlight

in my now unplugged ears

stereo muted, no longer
blaring at my need to hear
thousands of times before
now lilts indelibly sealed

o but he moves me still


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