Looping back, we realized it was there all along,
hidden under a mediocre sheet of parchment.
The directions were fairly easy to follow -
no need to googlemap it.
Evidently, someone expected more.
You could feel it in the breeze which had begun to pick up.
Instead of retracing the notes on the staff,
we made our way to a museum
to see what the buzz was all about.
The bronzes held us as did the splatters on aluminum plates.
We did the tour without audiofiles
critiquing the exhibits as media moguls
who had underwritten such things.
It was a close encounter. One for the archives.
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| Nils Strindberg |