Letter From Puerto Rico
If patience were a ray or sweet word
It would never fail here
The keen bone of quiet is like faith
Listen to the heat
Feel the violet view
Cold motion has no reward
For Winter's just a painting on the wall
And Spring's wind is always perpendicular
To time
Even if Lucille got the job you wanted
On the 5th floor with the Big Four
Shaking hands in her yellow suit
And chic bobbed hair
She’s dead now with unnarrowing
Limits of grass
And the song succeeds with blackbirds
And promise
Outlasting music's endnote.
It would never fail here
The keen bone of quiet is like faith
Listen to the heat
Feel the violet view
Cold motion has no reward
For Winter's just a painting on the wall
And Spring's wind is always perpendicular
To time
Even if Lucille got the job you wanted
On the 5th floor with the Big Four
Shaking hands in her yellow suit
And chic bobbed hair
She’s dead now with unnarrowing
Limits of grass
And the song succeeds with blackbirds
And promise
Outlasting music's endnote.
© Grace Cavalieri, all rights reserved
Acknowledgement: Plume Magazine
Acknowledgement: Plume Magazine
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