Vermont - Peter Blegvad

Nothing is the same thing twice

Which doesn’t mean two things the same are not

Is this just coincidence

That the horn got stuck at just that junction

And woke the drunk in time?

In time but no longer resume themselves

The hush around him rising to a pitch

And the voice said soothingly

I been born and died

Been born and died many times

She does not remember

She does not remember

Flooring into all this flux

What river?

Not even what it resembles