Whispers
VWHISPERS
In the stopped moment
Their heads come together
And this frightful awe resides
It must have been the way she pursed her lips
The way he bent to her reckoning
Something there is does not exclude an open
floor
Sing one sing all the illusive tune
At the bus stop
In a crowd
The simple aside drops like an alien scent
upon the air
Oh whisper not
Get thee away from this universal frailty
Put it in a bottle
And cast it out to sea
Dave Austin
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