Long Love—Betsy and Andrew Wyeth
after Untitled, 1982 (restored lighthouse on Southern Island)
What I want to know is, will someone
in the future, after stringed instruments disappear,
remember the sound? Music’s evanescence,
like smoke swirled and held in a bell jar—
the more I desire the more I invent what I see.
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