Evidence

I think I told you once
About clouds and music
Floating lines and forms
and all the sounds they make

When I watch the sky
I remember those snippets
and the paragraph conversations
That pop up

and we pass that between us
like a pipe or an offering
To appease those murmmers

The quiet things I never say
That always come out
In glances and movements
prove it

dm
5/20/2009