Vol 9, Num 13 :: 2010.06.25 — 2010.07.08
If Memory had a voice,
It would call from distant, shaded valleys
In my mind,
A friendly echo
Underneath the tickling twitter
Of orioles and chickadees,
Accelerating now, louder and sweeter,
A train whistle—
Best heard
Through window screens,
A living wonder,
Exhaling,
“Where has it been?”
Inhaling,
“Where is it going?”
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