paCuandoremos
Heath Wade Hampton
WeListen,
to the sweetthrum,tactilethrobs.
The dot and
Empty
braille ofastrained singing heart.
Listen closelywithyourearagainstleaf.
Listento the
broadkineticwarmthoflife.Listentothemonochromeofyesterdayor tomorrow,
the silky scratch,
thesheen of
time that ink
thick
and heavy iscrystallinestained, seepingtothestacked, static
stricken
spine.