the voice of my poems
the voice of my pen is not my voice
though I can imitate it. sometimes
catch the lower frequencies of it when I lie
beside you in the close warm dark of bed
it's the voice of the captain flying
the plane of my dreams, pointing out
wonders 30,000 feet down
and to the left
but the heads of the other passengers
are in my way
Copyright © LeeAnn Heringer
15 December 1995
"living in a 5 figure world"
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