Patricia Goedicke

 

 

 

THIS MUSIC HAS HOLES IN IT

but all music has holes in it.

 

rock plops      into a pool

ripples spread        for awhile

 

between the wickers of a basket       closings

then openings

 

none with any voice       but the rock

 

plops into the pool

pool guzzles it     delicious low throated  gurgle

 

what does the air feel           above it

 

child skips a stone into the water

                                                 itís gone

 

then thereís the cackle of a crow      the long arrogant

wail of a freight train      

                                   passing

                                      

this house has holes in it

for looking out          and in 

 

what is the space         within

 

this window has flaws in it

                                              bubbles

 

where the glass blower          paused

this heart has a valve in it

a hole        a slow leak

 

between seed and seedís descent

into its instrument

 

bow scratched across gut strings

fist in the chest         thud

                                           and reverberations

 

this music has holes in it

 

big enough for a spaceship

for a bomb

for a god to drive through

 

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