Song at a window
and night coming fast,
the score
hard to read–
my grandmother sits
in that other dark
where
all that is empty
waits for revelation.
Singing
is always a discovery.
Song at a window
and night coming fast,
the score
hard to read–
my grandmother sits
in that other dark
where
all that is empty
waits for revelation.
Singing
is always a discovery.