I can hear/feel it, no– I can feel/hear it When there is no cello and violin and flute And especially no piano I can feel it when the trees are still I can hear it when there is woodsmoke I can feel it when it is too red I can hear it when it is too blue I can know when You’re wrong I can feel it when I’m hopelessly turned around I can hear it when the mud catches hold I can feel it when I want to win (I greatly want to beat this confusion) I can hear it when I don’t (I am stuck in perpetual quicksand)
Which way is up? To the blue, I am utterly sure To the sky fractured by the bare tree I am utterly sure To the abrupt ending Of this collection of thoughts? I cannot be sure Is this blue enough for You? John Graves Award Winner
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