Padre, Padre
I heard you singing
did you memorize me
behind your eyes?
friend, friend,
we have walked long
beside each other
this year-seminal-
the river crests even higher-crier-
than it ever has before.
Padre, Padre
We hear the marimba
it floats up from below
dances, hips swaying
she moves with the notes
friend, friend
throuh silence and sighs
we make our plans
Padre, Padre
we remember.
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Four mallets, paired in hand
for percussion
a cussing-vier-out-loud
until virations
drownd out
impressions
a blush; brush; tap; bounce
a hit; slap; stab; slam;
from hush to hound
a sound becomes found
in hearts
& minds.
