I knew your voice, when it never spoke
it was like: under a shade tree, hot close sun
tenting everything, the sound of tiny wings careening
into my salt-basted skin.
it was like the far-awayness of everything
lying there. Dog yap. Mower purr. Door slam. Plane drone.
Heard underwater, under my peace.
it was like the shredded cottage cheese clouds
absorbing the distant radio sounds, and crystalized
water pings on sun-baked red metal.
it was like the hop-scotch children's laughter
tingling up my spine into my soul and to my neck
where the green soft grass tickles.
it was like the whir of rolled up summer days
kaleidoscoping into sea glass memories.
I knew your voice, when it never spoke.
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