all this talk of otherworldliness
                         stirs pith and ancestry
                            cloud reverb on cadmean dawn
                                oyster shells in bleach
                                 Hank Williams sound brands
                                     5am moon tugs at shallow sheets
                                       of rainwater left behind
                                         to bear night's reflected seal
                                          a contiguous clutch of stars
                                            though I can't exactly hear voices
                                            it's definitely heading that way
                                            musical veins pressed
                                           to gauge the viol's drawn pulse
                                        country chordophones
                                     overspent on sin
                          Cecilia beats the beat of time
             counts her fingers on one hand

Valverde/Varzi         November/December 2009