how the words might
at once catch the just right sound
or the rhythm of the right word
and go off on their
way

or resound in your ear your mind
and not mean anything
or find an ear in a pauper
or a paper bag
a

right proper and profound
time the right time the right
now the
almost forsaken
day

then again, if you listen,
correctly, have the heartbeat in mind,
the earths time beats
in memory and
the

last days and last means and
what is inside
what wells up
when you but listen

might be a faint
crackle a shy breath
a tree limb bending a leaf
you hear

or the faintest
heartbeat