Wanted to be a song
that school children memorize
sea upon hearing
hides its storm behind its back
and leaves of grass
compose their notes of colliding
from my voice.
Wanted to be a song
so fountain murmurs me
waterfall
with cymbal and kettledrum
sings me
But I'm a sad song
and the sea, at dusk
gathers its children so they don't hear my voice
My notes undone
why
did you leave me
September 2003
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