Waiting for Music
from Ordinary Things: Poems from a Walk in Early Spring
Tight buds loosen
and tiny fists bring
gifts: new leaves
pea green and shy.
The leaves will become
uncountable chimes
played and replayed
by the rusting wind.
Listen to the earth’s first
music, lovely and common
like the beating of rain
or the beating of hearts.
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