Sea Shanty; Barely, Simply

picked her up gently
tuned and de-tuned and retuned
plucked a harmonic

peal of a string bell
rings, it rings in her voice that
one note that she hits

is the ambient hum
of the planet she hangs just
above, out of reach

of my finger tips
of the violet stretched tongue of
the tallest giraffe

so this round i’ll sing
and i’ll sing in my deep voice
how many octaves

lie between mine and
hers between eyelids unwedged
by the last dream this

morning when that hum
lays down stone for subconscious
libretto writ meme

into meme enfolds
chords into phrase calling back
in a round to that

note she first sang; her
hum, her wave on that string in
that spot it just is

it just hangs
it just hangs
it hangs then it fades


(updated 8/24/08)