One Voice

A place though small enough to write,

still big enough to dream

 

My pen, a passport out of time,

with phrases to redeem

 

The North Wind calls, a purple sky,

on wings my ear enchants

 

And hears but one voice through the clouds

—to make the letters dance

 

(The New Room: February, 2021)

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