Poem: Serenade

 

Serenade

 

troubadour tucked

in fingerbones of sorrel,

a single cricket,

chirrs gnawing on the quiet,

urgent of humid flame

to thaw the blindness

and prick the moonless night,

distant ephemera

of gulls and coyotes.

 

a single cricket,

substitute for my breath,

heart liquid in its chant,

as a key might be forged,

charmed by the soft trebles,

radiant of exhale, warmth unlocked,

unfathomable and keen,

fluent with stars.

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1/28/24 .... changed last line 

1/23/24   removed "its" before " distant ephemera ..."