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Star Machinery

Saint Paul, 15 May 2011

Thirty stars driven
by pin wheel gears
pirouette on push-rods
like feral cats
in a milk churn.

Your most important notes
scatter beyond your grip
like yarn fools a cat
pawing predictably
in a hand-carved
self-operating
machine.