Hello Poem by Brian Teare
Hello
interval from felt
to string a struck
ear's the soul's seat
set ringing —easy
now song has a few rights can break
a law if it likes if our ear veers hymnward
it won't wear no ribbon to match its voice
—intellect is never
a whole soul
finds things there
—must a song always
be a song
some
in this book can't be sung
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