Vapor Trail

scribble on and on
hollow-spinal fluid,
it is it’s own reed

swans soar above
dodge clouds
just to ensure
they hear every single note

here comes one in the shape of a fire truck
it simply
floats up over the mountain peaks and
disappears

the vapor trail it leaves in its wake is a
medicine song
from an ancient time a
time when there were no computers or cell phones

can ears of the ears who hear these words hear the
genetics of that sound

the neighbor’s dog barking

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