HOOVES BENEATH THE WAVES

 

Language has evolved beyond

my capacity to use it. When I listen,

just listen, someone seems to be

speaking for me. Outside, bare limbed trees lit with first snow

dance like harlequins in the moonlight

The street lamp’s pale glow soothes my brow

As I fall into deep unguarded sleep,

my breath leaves

and returns in a long slow cadenced chant

How near? How

far… Through the night into morning,

this day and then the next,

ear, to heart

How near? How far…

 

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