Echo my moan
to a slumbering kiss,
the feathersoft edge
of a plummeting soar;
the wind whisper-soft
in the blueness for me.
That the soft sounds
in between your sighs
Might signal completion.
As in flight
I see all below me
in my gliding and landing
This softest sound brings me to heaven
in flight and wheeling
Yes! turning around and around a-flinging bell-tone
sounds in all directions, electric pluck and
round full drum-sounds, round soft sax so sweet
and full, so whispersleeksoft and quiet, something:
you should hear
in
trees…..
Stephen Bolles
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1980s