A poem by Robert Galeta

Invasion

Too close, too fast
was Chronos succeeding Chaos
just the first recorded trauma

But in Chronos’ time
what sweet music
evoked and re-evoked
should distress approach
unnamed ebb and flow

The cassette’s last turns
are its own slight sounds
while something like bamboo
grows riotously near
the road-ditches

– Robert Galeta