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Listening to you read [101]

Listening to you read

         for Jenny Montgomery

Distill words until only essence remains.
Simmer until all extraneous ideas
burn off. Decant the detritus.

How pure what remains! How quiet
syllables murmur when atoned alone.
Daydreams fill pauses in between words,
each dram pondered before the next sip.

You, dear writer, are the bee
and this the nectar you have gathered,
their ambrosia you have stored,
an assay of the purest honey that you share.

© Kåre Enga (25.mayo.2017) [174.101]

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