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the healing ears
(not a typo either)…
Below, a poem that will be including in my upcoming book of poetry, ‘learning to dance with stone’… x (((o)))
the healing ears (not a typo either) a hanging half moon night is nagging away a blue sky day driving back home and stopping in on the way a mallard stands at the store door mom with a butcher knife still screams in my ears remembrance… that i got way too close to an unknown full-swinging baseball bat and the many drums are healing once again. yes please, the resonant. —weaver © 2003
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