A few blocks south

of Carl Fischer‘s clock,

Forbes‘ distant sound

cut to thistles shimmering

on a hillside afternoon hike.

For a moment I walked

in two places, two times:

University of Edinburgh, 1998

Cooper Square, 2012.


I paid a 50-cent fare

to rest in Rosenthal’s presence

as bagpipe drones and trills

echoed off buildings

instead of mountains,

and bikes parked

instead of butterflies.


I danced again

in a kaleidoscope of tartans

as my brain aligned

with the rhythmic mood swings

of Forbes-time,

whence I became absent

from all other times.

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