Poetry
Listening to Music, Watching Gray Sky
Kevin Bezner
A ballad
naturally
sad
the knowing voice
of the singer
a few
words that hold
still before
falling
the voice the
words
clinging to
air
the wind
outside moving
branches
one white petal not
miraculous dozens
falling from
somewhere it
seemingly
can't
maybe only
a leaf reflecting the
white light through
clouds