Living Inside A Hole

Living inside
a hole I have dug
is a red song.
It has been singing
me for eons.
I am surprised
at its bright,
tiny weight.
Cheery lump
not quite heart,
perhaps lower lip
or tongue. I stare.
I cannot bury it.
It is not a prayer
to a tiny god.

2012

with Hafiz

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