The singer on the hill
Again is singing, sending
Her bird-like trills through
The horizon, her song, the
little truths – he with
An ear will hear
And bask in their
Dazzling explications --
Walking, speaking softly
Muttering about their
Delineations – what we once
Knew. I drew near and
Listened and heard her
Singing as a young girl --
A voice beyond her years,
Our eyes rolled back
Till I saw the words
Deep down, first hearing
Her sing so long ago
My mind struggles
To restore its beauty.
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