Singing Lessons

Obsession lets up.
I can attend.
All get one.
Plate passed —
Copper pennies hot
From the cement seam —
Each to each.

You know them all,
And hear her,
And burning,
And burning.
And I want her
Soft and enfolding arms,
Cricket song
And watermelon kiss.

No lover
Like September,
But now is not time.
So pause a moment,
Let the salt collect,
And cool
As the breeze
Of your movement stirs
Around you.

Stop here,
Sit and grow roots
A while,
And listen —
A grosbeak
Gives singing lessons
To a robin.


About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

2 responses to “Singing Lessons”

  1. Madeleine Begun Kane says :

    I liked that, especially the ending.

  2. Emily says :

    Thank you, Madeline!

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