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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