All I Ask is a Small Audience

for these things

that come from nowhere

pass through me

head to fingertip

carrying each time

some tiny dampness

of me

on to the paper

to dry as I do

remain visible when

I evaporate

 

some faint vapor

of these things

lingering under trees

the faintest

of fragrance

in the morning

 

a small group of

people reading and

nodding to the rhythm

words ascending

through branches

 

just an audience

under trees

on a sunny day

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