Tuesday, January 01, 2002

I asked a mute for answers.

I asked a mute for answers.
Who lulled me with blue-noted song,
emotive lyric, floating tones.
painting scenes in goldfinch tears
of children dancing in the wood
while
sky melts into sea and sand

Perhaps when deaf
I'll hear my answers.
Perhaps
on the buzz of street lamps
in early morning's light.
Perhaps.

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