Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Walt Whitman flashed me.

Cure
 
Do not silence
your life.
Disregard

fears of tonsillitis,
laryngitis, infection.
Sing.

Sing what is,
what was,
what

isn't. Trill your
years. Match
pitch

with decades, tone
with seasons.
Entice

octaves with each
drink of ice
water,

followed by spoons
of soup.
Sip.


Hear how clear
your truth
sounds?


Katherine Gotthardt
Draft 1


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