Sunday, March 4, 2012


What is not a concert?
Can you hear the robins come home?
The night wind? The creaking of the trees?
The rumble of the furnace?
The rustle of the cold sheets,
The soft notes in her hands?

What is not a meal?
The capo on the strings?
Questions in the dark?
Clear water filling your cup?
The bath filled to the brim?

What is not a bed?
The long smooth highway?
The sturdy shoulder?
The safety of knowing?
The sureness of love?

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