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Hullo
The word, the stone,
the ringing phone,
the part of me
that wants to be alone,
the vow of silence
in the reeds;
God descends
in ravenese.
The vinegar tasters
dip their fingers,
make their faces:
stoic, bitter,
strangely sweet.
The seeker leaves
for Bangladesh,
the prophets check
for signs of theft,
the singers sing
for what is left.
The children breathe.
Come of age.
Search the faces
for a taste of
what's to come:
the widening road,
the row your boat,
he choked with weeds,
the rabbit hole.
This holding on.
The word, the stone,
the ringing phone.
The part of we
that answers when alone.
Source: Poetry (March 2007).
Biography
Wendy Videlock lives in Western Colorado. Her new book, The Dark Gnu, an illustrated book of poems, will be released from Able Muse Press in January, 2013.
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SUBJECT Living, Time & Brevity, Religion, Faith & Doubt
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