C Fuller Poet Free verse

Found In Translation

Awake,

for the first time in eons.


I love this delicate Tango 
as Mother nature
sings sotto voce, 
the rain as her voice. the wind, her whisper.

Your siren serenade
no longer falling on long-
deaf ears. 

My will,
pierced by moth-wing needles
and catfish dreams, 
falls under its' own remorse.

Words slip from your tongue
magically magnetic
and i am found, again, 


for the first time-


i realize that
down the road there is a tiny garden
with a tiny bench, and two weather-pitted
cherubs grace the sides,
apart, yet altogether knowing


they are meant to be,



and all that happy horseshit.

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