Thursday, July 2, 2009

Poem: The number of silence

I am the mudslide of your mother said the river

I am where your mother met the road said the ashes

I am what carried, longing and hating said the paintbrush

I stand over said the easel

I am the notes of a voice sd the score

I am the score sd the piano

I am the number sd the IQ test

I am the vanished lap said the hill

I am the vanished star said the north

I am her plain autograph said the wind

I am her words on the page said the words

I am the wrinkles of age said the photograph

I am deafness said the thunder

I am the redelusive number of silence



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