To begin again
in October’s umber and
orange hum—to speak.
There was a wall all
summer that tied my tongue to
the traffic’s shadow.
This morning cold air
clapped my mouth into a sound
that spoke me awake.
The rhyme and motion of words and the conservation of words and imagery is powerful. It’s how I feel when the summer people go home and you can hear yourself once again.
The rhyme and motion of words and the conservation of words and imagery is powerful. It’s how I feel when the summer people go home and you can hear yourself once again.
“Sound that spoke me awake” Lovely!