Saturday, December 29, 2012

Listening Valentine

But then they tell me
their secrets sometimes
where they go to die
what causes it for them
which sounds like weeping
I’m too young to understand
though no child could be
as pathetically patient as
I am sitting there listening
for hours and sometimes
I put seeds out for them
each one bearing the name
of a different song I remember
some going back to the Vikings
war whoops and the coming
of the ends of things
so sparrows can sing
the fading notes of terror
only spring can bring

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