SHE CRIES OF VOICE

She steps into the music.

Her fingers, thin brown pencils

sign the beauty of her voice

into the microphone;

a signature pressing through

metal.

Red singing lips. The voice of

voices within. Waters of her

storms gush to the surface.

Her rough sound blows

the crowd into smooth.

Her feathered hat; stiff

proud wings, like Mercury’s

shoes on the run and

a black veil misting her face.

She cries of voice

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