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
emanating from your empty shell
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