June 24, 2011 (I was 66)
Listen to the emanations from your empty shell
to the howling of those
airless winds
There are voices that call
only when you listen
Listen with the window open
to the songs
of birds that may not be in
the trees
though their songs have
been for centuries
On your rock sit and listen
to the streams
streaming over rocks then
they flow
flow wider sound deeper and
the light
plays through wet surfaces
to shadow
invisibilities across the
river stones
The invisibilities dance to
music only you can hear
emanating from your empty
shell
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