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Sound Box

Saint Paul, 16 October 2005

Applaud taut strings struck with felt hammers
Listen to a cello give salve to our grief
Anoint ghostly tones to repair hunger
Delight in the sounds we hear
When we close our mouths

Eavesdrop on folks of incidental purpose
Imagine them promenading to a Straus waltz
Deconstruct them into particles disconnected
Conjugate each to follow a bouncing ball

Then when it's your turn
Make that sound box sing
Know the plunk of a polished stone
Arouses stillness in deafened pools