A listener in search of anywhere
a word is spoken honestly and well,
could make a pilgrimage to find the fair
infrequent truth of speech. Within its spell
that listener might engineer a song,
might link realities with verbal rope,
to weave a concert durable and strong
of two parts memory and one part hope.
Perhaps she’d do an ode upon a tree,
or link a lyric to an ocean storm,
reverberate with phrase erotically,
or send a sonnet home to keep it warm.
By tapping in to daily history
she might provoke the future to reform.