Night Shift Redux

Not this river of dreams 

flowing across your pillow

while I watch you sleep,

but this other body of water

I hold in my hands tempting 

the Chinese poets to sing 

me a lullaby about the moon 

in a bucket of bleach water.

[LSS, 4/12/21]

Sound Memory

I’m trying to remember your voice.

You always gave the appearance of listening.

What sound does listening make?

I can’t remember. 

[LSS, 4/12/21]