A listener in search of everywhere
a word is spoken honestly and well,
could make a pilgrimage to find the fair
infrequent truth of speech, and in its spell
that listener might engineer a song,
might link realities with spoken rope,
to weave a concert durable and strong
of two parts memory and one part hope.

Perhaps he’d do an ode upon a tree,
or link a lyric to an ocean storm;
reverberate with phrase erotically
or send a sonnet home to keep it warm.
By tapping in to daily history
he might enchant the future to reform.