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

Marc Darnell

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Survival Kit

I require fortes
of Chopin arpeggios– his ruby
necklaces around my heart on days
joy leaves me,

and I'll go on. I live if feral
trails of Pollack's paint
black and red wash clear my sere well
of bitter sediment,

if one bloom of fuchsia impatiens
like the roseate face of
a newborn magnifies my lens,
if tides of Rachmaninov

wash across my shored bones.
All these keep me from staying a stone.