Rose Bowl, 2006
As she trills
the last note,
there’s smoke.
Each song now
taken literally.
When the fire-
crackers burst,
we leap to our
relief. We clap,
put our fingers
in our teeth. Then
the B-1 Lancer
in the twilight.
Drum-roll of
the turbofans,
their heat.
—from American Fractal
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