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