“I have entered you quietly” by Sasha on her couch

Tuesday April 9, 2019
7:10pm
5 minutes
Your Room
Robert Sherrie

I saw you watching the sunset
on the beach at the end of Cherry
Alone with your red toque as a friend
and as she slung down low
almost eclipsing the horizon
I heard you sing a line
of what might be my favourite song

Music is the language you speak
when you aren’t sure of your surroundings
or you are the most sure
and I do too
this is what connects us
by a multi-coloured embroidery thread
of energy and grace notes

We’ve never spoken but we know one another
like we know the dew on the blades of grass
or the squint of dawn and dusk

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