In the rain just now

In the rain just now
Before dusk…

The smallest stones on the shoreline light their lamps….

Every morning the same songs unsung
Hang from the trees where the owls sleep….

Soft songs melting through the leaves

The fragile leaves….

Hiding among the death masks
The still open hands….

Over which a song I have dreamt all my life

Is sounding….

The songs
Foggia italy
April 27.19



these ones have been

                                             here before
double eyelids

burnt light

                    on their roughened hands…

fingernail moon
foggia, southern Italy
august 11, 2013


©2013 Lance Henson (poem)

©2013 Barbara Bartlett (images)