This Present Moment
Just a way to write down the thoughts as they rise up, acknowledge them, and then let go.
Monday, June 2, 2014
Husband songs
He sings.
A pleasant baritone,
nonsense mostly,
of whatever joy he happens upon.
Every sound another tether between us.
My voice is measured,
bel canto trained,
but somehow,
less.
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