Ozone Journal

from "Ozone Journal"   Bach’s cantata in B-flat minor in the cassette, we lounged under the greenhouse-sky, the UVBs hacking at the acids and oxides and then I could hear the difference   between an oboe and a bassoon at the river’s edge under cover— trees breathed in our respiration;   there was something on the other side of the river, something both of us were itching toward—   radical bonds were broken, history became science. We were never the same.   The title poem