Poem by Aprilia Zank
who has seen the wind
nescient voice in my early twenties
I had forgotten
Christina Rossetti loved fairy-tales
(I used to sing this song –
John Lennon&Yoko Ono –
I recorded it on tape and
sent it to my distant lover)
recovered it after half a life
wondered if it still worked
(when you open the envelope
crammed with a skeleton of syllables
and you are a stranger
to your own words)
these are not my finger prints
these echoes don’t mould
into what I called love
have I ever seen the wind
or just heard the hanging leaves
tremble
while waiting for the postman
to hand me over
the sound of love
Nice poem