The trees, good Seraphim,
begin to sing

at dawn
about making sugar

out of light
and the happy traffic

between high and low –
as if that were all

 

*

 

I expect compensation
for all I don’t
say –

for each time I stop
before coming

to an obvious conclusion
or an uncertain end –

for my discretion.

 

*

 

(Music needs silence
more than silence needs music.)

 

Photograph © Alexander Tiupa

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