Some fine lines in this Sue. On this read, I particularly liked: thought of
the future,/ but never of home
Cheers and thanks,
Frank
> My Mother Talked Too Much
>
> Dad never stopped,
> and so I sought a softer language--
> the way leaves spoke
> or wind through pines,
> lost myself in radio, "Let's Pretend,"
> and books.
>
> I heard the rasp of failures
> endlessly rehearsed,
> the threat of courts,
> numbness of alcohol
> in thick-tongued drawls.
>
> Holding colloquy with birds,
> I wandered woods and fields,
> played, thought of the future,
> but never of home. I am, they say,
> a listener. One learns.
>
> Sue Scalf
>
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