The Melody Ascends Stepwise

by Ben Pease on February 15, 2010

A missing Pleiades in the viewable cluster of stars cannot deny us motion though we cannot master its name: there is something you are not telling me standing at the standing stone detained neither by chicken wire nor the upright megalith we imagine pulsing and in so thinking feel the earth beneath us breathe: looking at anyone on the strip mall concourse I can imagine pausing in front of a mirror to let down his pony tale with his my hands pulling down her blouse to our waist but the thirst from being 25¢ short for the vending machine and the dull anxiety of strangers coming to speak with me is my own: the land around the standing stone half browning grass half greening turf folds into itself for miles and I don’t know what season it is.

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Rod February 21, 2010 at 5:48 pm

It is very very good.

Adam Fitzgerald February 21, 2010 at 5:50 pm

Not only a very fine prose poem, but a gorgeous title.

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