Wednesday, July 30, 2014

poem || Sheila E. Murphy

Pronunciation


Trauma leaves brain softer

than itself.

Then splice convenes the syllables

as music falls like flesh to gravity.

The perfume of the vibrating aspen leaves,

genetically the same, turns to perennial restraint,

subduing the imagination left in brackets

to slough gray powder onto tree skin.

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