She dances
a demon's tinder
through a voice
not her own
purring Appalachia
as if born to it
But it's not the voice I hear
I hear how it was
Sounds and sights
twenty years gone
on those streets
on that railing
through those halls
in that cold
She's in other halls now
on other tracks
down other roads
warm and shadowed
by a different
firelight
Did she change
certainly
Did I
doubtful
Maybe
I just never
really knew
her
voice
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
She dances
a demon's tinder
through a voice
not her own
purring Appalachia
as if born to it
But it's not the voice I hear
I hear how it was
Sounds and sights
twenty years gone
on those streets
on that railing
through those halls
in that cold
She's in other halls now
on other tracks
down other roads
warm and shadowed
by a different
firelight
Did she change
certainly
Did I
doubtful
Maybe
I just never
really knew
her
voice
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