Tuesday, June 17, 2008

PRETTY LITTLE VERSES


I glimpse your face behind a vibrant string.

I find a note of you each place I go.

The song is new – the time is slow. I sing

The words in harp’s arpeggio.

(Provo, Utah, July 17, 2008)
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