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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