In the Realm of Minor Keys
Christopher Kennedy

Everywhere the hummingbird wings beat death, and quarter notes ring in the ether like solos from a lost guitar.

The shadows of enormous violet clouds lumber across the hills like Roman galleons….like migrating whales….like….

Grief is all the shadows I never notice until it's nightfall. There is only so much lightning in any storm. Everything dangerous sparks and disappears.

If your ghost were a shadow, it would follow me forever. If blue were not a color, it would taste like salt. If a piano were not an instrument, I would sail it home to you.

Don't you ever wonder what made the first humans sing?

Christopher Kennedy's most recent book is ENNUI PROPHET (BOA Editions). He directs the MFA in Creative Writing program at Syracuse.

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