Poetry by Max Heinegg

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Elegy 

The days that follow do not catch up 
to our talks about small changes 
in the music, what would sound just right 
there. Try for a harmony. 

To assume insight, I would have 
had to have been near enough. 

Even if friends 
when told go no further
by the quiet, reach 
without footholds
to touch through the pitch,

we are not the ones who know if 
we are near enough.



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Funeral Trees

What are the branches emptied for
if not a reminder of
where the song was headed,
coda all along.

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Max Heinegg's poems have been nominated for Best of the Net, and The Pushcart Prize. He has been a finalist for the poetry prizes of Crab Creek Review, December Magazine, Cultural Weekly, Cutthroat, Rougarou, Asheville Poetry Review, the Nazim Hikmet prize, and the Joe Bolton award from Twyckenham Notes. Recent work appears in Thrush, Nimrod, and Love's Executive Order. Additionally, He is a singer-songwriter and recording artist whose records can be heard at www.maxheinegg.com  
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