An Abecedarian for William
A poem that
begs you
carefully to
dream and
earnestly listen,
filling in
grace after
hearing
invisible whispers,
just fitted
keys turning,
lowly voices
murmuring on and on,
not surprising us or
openly forcing us,
pouring ideas and
questionable facts,
resisting lies,
saying out loud
through rising choirs
underneath apathetic alliances
volumes and volumes.
William,
xanthic
yellow plums have entered my consciousness,
zestful and invasive as breath.
© May 2019
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