(for Catherine, on her birthday)
.
.
The woman’s singing to the girl,
the girl
sings back – informing and reforming
to rewarm each other’s hearts
.
and histories, their mysteries,
to broach
a new approach, address a lack that
now
has found a round replenishment
in song!
.
I have known the girl and woman
–
how they’ve thought they felt and
how
they’ve felt they thought – but
suddenly
.
as they’ve begun to sing it’s like
I hadn’t
known them long. I thought I
knew
their essence: I was wrong.
.
It’s your birthday, Catherine –
and the birth year of a new
career: what
you’ve yearned for since the
girl in you
.
unfurled into her hunger for an
unimpeded
life. To offer us a view of the
immensity
of love which pours into your singing:
.
a place for us to be a part of
you.
Your “i” has found its dot.
It’s real, this thing you’ve
got.
.
.
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