bi_janus Posted April 30, 2015 Report Share Posted April 30, 2015 Left-handed Writing Bi Janus With thanks to Bill Withers Not calling to me and not insistent. A story overheard walking by, a susurration on a rainy evening. I could tell by the voice he wishes me to sit. No scold; no lesson, just a story, the kind with an ending you dare not miss. Once I went awarring, and he sings to me as if he might have done. He sings the surprise between young men across the losing-ground. The lyric reaches around my shoulder, just a way of saying let’s sit a while, survivors, and look ahead together, seeing not clearly. Quote Link to comment
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