Silent

TWO POEMS

SILENT

I never thought till now that days could sing,

But letters bring

Strange wisdom. All day long

A little light perpetual song

Winds in and out among the written words,

Like birds

Singing in tree-tops on a summer afternoon

Their grapevine tune-

Little green vireos and orioles.

Do days have souls?

Some-not this day.

Silent it stretches, never-ending, grey.

Mail-time has come

And passed, and all the day is dumb-

This day that might have sung

To me its sweet new silver necromantic tongue.