the listener by Laura Theis
the listener Laura Theis her magic was so gentle you may not have known itfor a spellthe way she was able to listen so openlythat we were each coaxed into speaking our languagethe fiddle began to talk of the willow tree it had beenhow it had feasted on light and liquidhow it had swayed and creaked in the wind like a door to another realmthe piano confessed how its beauty was forged from the killing of a playful giant who had loved his life of mischief and joywhile the rain outside sang along in the dangerous language of watera complicated grammar of clouds and dropletsstillness and rusheven…
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