the winter anthology
Vol. 5
Ann Lauterbach
under the sign
Having dreamed of my dead sister
raging with urgent
need, she
conducting us through intolerable
passages, now forgotten, I
have burned my right hand
after sunset
small dark clouds above
the river I cannot see
while listening to
a scratched CD of a Haydn
piano sonata so that
certain passages
rapidly repeat
and having spent some moments
thinking of the vision
that accommodates
all that is unforeseen
as the world now
becomes without sequence.