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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Richard L. Matta


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Stretched Strings

Song-awakened, in diffusing rearview mirror glow,
a silhouette emerges, outlined by moon's near glow.

Dew-soaked skin clamors in memory's immersion:
jumbled and malleable in steeped hunger's dire glow.

Merging of heart petals — accordions of hope —
chambers resonate and thump in streaming tear glow.

Inevitable sentences unrolling their uncertainty.
Dust motes swirl in the satin sheets clear glow.

In the gloaming, only wistful sparkles of one remain.
Beethoven's Cavatina orphans the fading dear glow.