Post-Orpheus
       

Suns, choiring strings above
the gunmetal wasteland
where we nest—

                            a thought
tall as a tree, grasping, keys
itself to light's accordant hum...

There are still songs to be sung
on the other side of the human.

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from The Stone in the Air
Salmon Poetry
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission