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Flashing Negatives

Flashing Negatives 

Mississippi, south-bound at summer solstice 
endorphins wheeling 
eyes down 
sensing without seeing: 
     a loss in the leaves 
     a disappearance 
and again 
     a break in the phone line 
     an absence 
and again 
     a topped-off light pole 
     a vanishing 
and again 
and again
     and now, 
     a flashing eclipse in a bough. 

The gorge’s green palisade drops 
and I am jarred because 
a high-looping stone’s throw 
west of my shoulder, 
wings are beating my cadence and keeping pace. 

That fierce-eyed, lovely, troublesome symbol spirit 
casting performance art in raptor shadows. 

Dr. Kramer (Captain of the Carl Jung) called:
     “I’ve got those multiphasic results for you.” 
     “No wait!” 
I said and related this story. 
Kramer said:     
    “He had a message for you, but neither of us knows what it means.” 

We miss meanings in the breaks.
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