Sunday, February 19, 2012

Hearing the Single Song

Scott Bradley


You can hear it best at night, secure behind the fringing reef —
the ocean's single, ceaseless roar.
Or beneath the trees —
myriad fricative whispers united as one voice.
Or beside the singing stream —
a single song of infinite particle sound.
Or in the symphony of human aspiration —
how could there be too many taos?
You can see it in the meadow —
where ten thousand flowers bloom.

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