I first heard her sing in early spring
before the first buds
appeared
as if her song helped
relieve
the deep chill I felt in my heart
Hope like a hapless hobo
leaping from train to train
with no real destination
until I saw her eyes
deep dark filled with
the echo of the song
she Sang
like pools of water into which I sand
and never came up
from
her voice The voice Odysseus heard
forced himself to cling to
the mast of the ship
to keep from slipping
down
down into the abyss
men like he and me
can't resist her song
still recalling spring
her eyes still drown me
and I can no longer
catch My breath
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