I wonder if
I can still write
in sweeping arches,
left to right
in sonic circles,
one upon the other
sweep low, sweep far,
spread out
and touch the distant hills
again, again,
once more
and they are gone.
All lies silver silent.
I turn around,
await a sound,
a voice, another,
any thing
that will reveal to me
the presence,
the activity, the movement -
All lies silver silent.
Am I alone here?
Hello?
Can you hear
me?
A smile rises, l
laughter bubbles -
yes I can.
I can hear me.
Loud
and
clear.
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