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Saturday, July 2, 2011

Dark Within Dark, Gordon Mason

My eyes are suture closed.
I walk in a street
with no names and no windows.

The trill of a penny whistle
twists my neck.
A voice that does not know

who to call
rises in my throat.
Each word

is a single
stubborn letter.
They form a wind

that sounds
through invisible strings.
Dark within dark.

1 comment:

  1. It's nice to read a fine poem by a good writer all the way from Scotland--or maybe it's Spain at this time.

    Donal Mahoney