SO SEDUCTIVE
Joyce Carbone
Your voice in the early morning,
but later for you, filled
with sadness of knowing,
coming across these many miles,
a poetry set to musical throb,
guitar strums a softer background
for two languages.
Let the past go,
your voice croons;
A pastness is covered by another,
a newness birthed.
Relinquish old wounds,
forget forget the cruelty
inflicted.
Minor miracles happen;
sounds convey his
thoughtfulness from
thousands of miles away.
