Rio: A Journal of the Arts

 

Lyn Lifshin

 

Alma Karmina

 

singing without words
while the ones longing
for her wait for
her to turn their
words to singing.

The birds have started,
light's coming back.

Somewhere in a jungle,
rose mist.  She is on her way

Now the stillness of waiting,
the darkness of her hair

 

 

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