Saturday, February 18, 2012

Thrushing, Thrumming

Dear Mary,
Your words give pollen to the wind
healing future flowers
weaving solace 
unknitting brows

until only love is left 
thrushing through our skin
thrumming Mussorgsky
so we know you live.
Joy Weatherwax

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