blog.
you whisper from another state,
and I am hearing
piano from the radio
playing jazz in the next room.
the heaven I suppose
is laced with perfume
both tangible and auditory,
magic whose exercise
equals metallic singe
from distance quite believable.
no matter what you say,
I hear your AM signal
transfer through
shared midnight.
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