a poem by   ANDIRA DODGE

I hum my song to no one;
shhh, I tell myself
as I strain to hear a song of wind
winding through the valley
and above, where birds flirt with clouds
and night is the best remedy
to cover the day’s ills.

My contentment
is best expressed
by shivering strings
and an easterly wind.


© Andira Dodge, 2018

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