in the melodic equivalent of

in the melodic equivalent of
the mind’s eye, the inner
ear holds patterns of
that only the
heart understands –
the sound of stalks
brushing against the mid-
morning sky, the soft
padding of bare feet
across cold tiles,
your deep resounding
voice across the
telephone wires


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