WITHIN HER VOICE

 

 

 

 

I love the

scratchy voice

of the jazz lady

who brushes

my ears clean.

 

Words with thick

washboard scuff

scrape my soul

to bleach white

and preacher clean.

 

Concrete rough

words grasp my

thoughts,

causing the oceans

in my head

to tumble.

 

Every song

bends its tone

like trees

caught by storms

within her voice.

 

 

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