Thursday, July 10, 2008

Sounds

Wayne wrote
something about

the greatest sound

was that of baby

food jars opening.

Something in the way

it POPS.

I tend to agree.


At the moment

all I can hear
is a fan
blowing
and charms

clank

on the wall because.


I would rather
listen to milk steamers.


Once I wrote
a love note
to a boyfriend;

in it I said,
"I'm thinking
about you.
As I write
and
while you're reading."

I wonder now,

if the only thing
you hear
are my words
in your head.

Yesterday I asked this girl
who talks too fast
to read
her favorite poem.

She slowed down.

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