Whisper

I read voices via the only heart I know
Today on the phone I hear her perform 
A cappella her beautiful dependable presence
And I sense her energy is waning 
She asks a question to which she already
Knows the answer but the fatigue of winter
(Maybe it's just winter) whispers to me 
She's a hair's breadth slower than in autumn 
Often she sounds driven as I am driven 
We have this in common plus performance
Of that happiness honest happiness 
In the tiny communion one to one breathed
Into the phone I read her voice and learn
To prepare for a yet thinner voice and soon

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