From A Dream


A girl waits in a garden with no voice


She begs me to show her to sing with her eyes

A Lesson

I teach her to break eggs with care


Breaking the soft shell is a comfort to her


A girl with no voice waits in a silent garden
Light and sorrow dance in her eyes, begging song
My instruction is careful: we break eggs over a wooden bowl
The breaking, the crackling shell, and our solemn method
become music for her

We sing

– kw

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