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September 20, 2006

Music

Joseph Young

You gave me a box. The hinge, you said, was made of a space-age metal, completely silent. I asked, Space age? Wouldn't that have been 1955? 1968? You said, Shh, listen. I had to admit, it was indeed the most beautiful quiet. Inside the box was a foresty shadow. You said, It came from the people of the early Russian taiga. I asked, Had they yet learned to forge bronze? You shook your head and closed your eyes. There was a bell somewhere in the morning.
 
 

Posted by Rock Heals at September 20, 2006 07:00 AM