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Loud Genes

What primordial snippet
Of base-paired code
Moves a male of the species
To rig his ride so egregiously loud
That it rakes the ganglia
Of the pilgrims called
To the boulevard for communion
With the equanimity
Of a May evening?


I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.