Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Message Made

Like talking to yourself, it is.

Like the man in the field talking to the stalks.

Like hailing the listener you think passed.

Like your own footsteps one for another, meant.

Like snapping the water awake.

Like telling, vulnerable, a truth to sleeping her.

Talking to yourself, it is, then.

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