at seventy
your voice
soft drone
balanced with quick guitar pick
finding notes
no one heard or knew.
you are the griot
catching sunbeams in the desert silence
scattering wishbones at the bend in the road
etching hieroglyphics
on casements, caves, country roads
your computer writing in light
you said.
“Everything that happens in the universe has an impact on who I am, how I live, and what I write: thought, word, deed. Everything I think, I write, I speak has an impact on the world; like the...