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Lost Music of Rivers
Peter Magliocco
The bare bark of your skin
does not glisten superficially
as the medicine woman inserts her needle,
letting the white mucous expand
within you. What revenant fans
linger by your door’s phosphorescent shimmer;
they recite a T.V. commercial litany
for i-pods in their precious finery.
Chet Baker’s trumpet wails
in ecstasy, through a gilded night
where Dutch women smile in wedded bliss.
His true music hurtles an unheard melody
across the vaporous river wend
bearing morning fog’s lament --
but only those who have drowned
begin to rise,&listen.