Parading

Others can’t tell what you say

you come to the window and look for me.
when it’s the blue voice, when
when it’s the blue voice, when
you come to the window and look for me.
you come to the window and look for me.
Your word arches over
Your word arches over
the roof all day. I know it
the roof all day. I know it
within my bowed head, where
within my bowed head, where
the other sky listens. —William Stafford
the other sky listens.
—William Stafford

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