Saturday, January 2, 2021

Weary Deaf

 Weary Deaf

poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 2, 2021


i thought peace had

laughter, lifting ripples 

calling people everywhere 

as sweet music sharpens the air—

swiftly-scattered and blood-sunk 

to bone

sorrows urg'd to grace 

lighter, faint eyes flame-bright, 

everything blooms 

nature knowing, winks 

there nothing remains distraught 

though men pass ghostly by

each weary deaf

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