A Drum Call Poem by Luz EtchemendiGaray
A Drum Call
I feel a tickle in my throat,
I want to sing,
to make my own music
together with the beating of the drums
that are passing by my window.
I want to follow along the beach,
listen to the vibrations of the drumhead,
and make them mine-
so I may transform them to nectar
for your still thirsty mouth.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
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