siren.
I wish I knew that song
the one she played you like a fool
fabricated irresistible notes and
bent
time in a gravity defying arc
that speaks words I have not learned
I can only offer my hands
knowledge I have gathered to my chest
an armful of autumn wheat
gentleness I have left
like pebbles to the trail home
so keep the pieces you have saved
the bucket of curved shells and
lifeless flowers slumped dry
now that the water has evaporated
while I send another song
© 10.20.2016 heather brager
If you had her song, you would not send it. You have far to much integrity to go that route. Some people are geared toward following a trail of bread crumbs, and that never goes well. Keep singing your song, in time and on key. It is the best.
ReplyDeleteLove you, Myke.
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