From the book:
Too pretty
I once dated
a willow tree
in spite of the fact
that he was
so much older.
He knew things that
only the two of us could,
and he hummed silence
while I halfspoke
in pale, quivering lips,
because that is
the language of
silvery leaves
and quiet children.
I was at that age of
thoughts that hung
downward
like fingernails, like
just-slipped-off
rubber boots, like
pond-edge reflections—
And so we stayed
for hours below the un-
syllabated sky.
I could not bring
myself to open its
voice, divide up its
endless blue.
It was too pretty.
I could not hyphen-
ate my throat sounds
into any words
I'd learned yet, but
I could let him hum.
Let him hum that
silence into song,
into sky,
like broken language,
like broken children
in a silvery, soft
Refrain.
Surfaces, Edges and Openings
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Joanne Van Wie