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
to touch through the pitch,
we are not the ones who know if
we are near enough.
What are the branches emptied for
if not a reminder of
where the song was headed,
coda all along.
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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