Connie’s Song
(02-14-03)

What meter?
What melody before my beloved?
Only some Cosmic Hiss

All trees fell without noise
Or music

Then

You sang me your song
Measure by measure

Each chord discovering
Itself in the last
Then strumming
Unique into another

Your magic
De-waxes cosmic ears

Suddenly songbirds fill the forest
New trees grow along fallen trunks

You plunge my cool toes
Into the hot summer mud

You paddle me down the
Rushing river
Your body a current

Now
Your mouth forming love words
Your hair flowing behind
In the wind you stir
Timeless songs

My eyes on you
My back to the rocks

The rhythm of your tune
The plunge of our boat

Opens my mouth

Your solo
Becomes a universal chorus
Me
The beaming baritone in the back

POET'S MOUTH

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