Love is a ship with its sails full-blown,
a cat confessing the moon,
a single footprint filling with rain
on the edge of an ocean dune.
Truth is a perfect silver bell,
a cow dusk-heavy with milk,
the hand of a woman reaching for thread
of cranberry-colored silk.
Beauty—ah! It’s a goatskin drum,
a swan with only one wing,
a man who is just beginning to try
to use his mouth to sing.
Cypress makes rehearsal tracks for choirs – here is a demo
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