Listener
by Jesse Minkert
The pattern of stones
within the scatter of gravel
flecks of one color
more precise than another
rattle in the current
settle where the sweep decelerates
eddies close to fallen trunks
spills along a sand embankment
reads as if written by a hand
in words not spoken yet by anyone
and rain replies in more voices
than a pair of ears can translate.
Musical composition by Victor David Sandiego
Thank you.
mickey