…evening song…

song on the west wind
her voice rings clear as a bell
cutting through the trees

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4 thoughts on “…evening song…

  1. cutting through the trees
    her voice
    a chainsaw

  2. liquidquick says:

    falling timber cries
    a short, painful staccato
    future cabinetry…

  3. Brian says:

    antiques show treasure
    in glossed patina catch glimpse
    pale dress floats in wood

  4. howard says:

    fading reception
    plagues my mental radio
    ’til I can’t hear it.

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