Listening to the Voices

It's like the words are whispered into my ear, 

voices that I pull onto paper and then cock my head 

to listen for more while perched on the front porch.

I am no great font of wisdom, no mystic crow

or seer of mysteries and so I wonder, 

where in the world are these words coming from?  

All I know is…

if I write them down I feel better,

less burdened, less bowed

by the weight of what I do not understand.

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