Posted by on Jul 25, 2011 in Sing15: Will's Year | No Comments

Pascagoula, Mississippi — South of the south, drips at the mouth
Awaited rains kick dry out

Misty air, peripheral drips
Saturate these Texas lips

‘Til song pours out, as I swim through
The contours of this hotel room

In the landscape of a day,
We yearn to get out of the way

To watch the muse use our hands
Our feet, our mouths, our minds disband

©2011 Will Hewett

Not just singers but hotel maids
Who sculpt white towels into braids

Or sleeping animals offering mints
These they leave as further hints

That Music seeps through every being
From South to North and in between

Surgent sounds like this

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