There Is Only Mystery
The flowers are singing to you
There is only mystery
The next day they are sprawled
headfirst in the dirt
under the weight of the frost
The manhole covers take up the song
a million mouths in the road
There is no end to all you will never know
This is one kind of wealth
if I had to choose only one poem to say everything (which in its way is, of course, saying so little) it would be this one. I love this, Hannah. (I still read even though I am quiet.)
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erin
i too, like erin welcome this piece as a short soliloquy in to much more than the few words
ReplyDeletegracias hannah, feliz felicidades
Wonderful. Your juxtaposition of manhole covers with "a million mouths in the road" is inspired. What great images.
ReplyDeleteI love your writing.
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