Living the Dream

Chocolate melts in your eyes,
rolls on your tongue and rises
with the lift and tenor of your voice,
reading through dim lights
from printed and poignant words.
Stone has waited forever
for the sound of your voice
and holds it for a moment longer
before flinging it to heaven with the spray
of tide’s crawl towards you.
Blessed are the beasts you quieten;
those with cracked clench of shoulder blades,
those with hard nuts for hearts,
those prone to lying in wait
for a phrase to pull them
surely to safety.  Surely.
What words are left become etched
in the still faces of a thousand ancestors
after the best has been given.
You have given flavor to the wind,
new timbre to the song that hums
here, where the ocean authors hymns.

*For Richard Doiron at the Chocolate River Festival

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