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Wavelengths

by Joseph McCombs


Things just sometimes fall into place

like meeting someone at a bar who has seen your grand visions
because you chose to get off a bus two stops early

or like hitting every hoped-for nuance in "Aja"
on the drumset the first time through

things just sometimes rise
into place

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This poem is reproduced with the permission of the author.
© Joseph McCombs.
last modified 27 August 1998