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POEM: the listener

the listener

he never wants to read another book
he simply wants to sit under an oak tree
while she reads to him with her soft Southern voice
the accent she worked so hard to lose
reluctantly regained in recent years
imagine Whitman, Carruth, even Douglas Adams
slipping off her tongue like rain drops off the leaves
he thinks he could be content with that
for as long as she cared to read

26 March 2013
Auburn AL

Published in Auburn My poems Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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