Sing them
1.
Because I need to sew me a composer and knit me a singer who will wrap me in the sounds of the words. 2. Because in this house I hear sparrows in the fan palm and tui that hang out in pink camellia flowers but these voices have no words. 3. Because we lived with their questions when our mothers sang to us, Who is Sylvia, what is she? When our mothers sang the words became us and the songs became us. Where have you been all the day, Billie Boy, Billie Boy? 4. Because this was a congealed day at the cold leftover end of the rind of winter but when you said you’d sing the poems, they put on their warm clothes and went out walking. 5. Because every day the poems stay folded and pressed flat in the suitcase of their pages till the composer unfolds them in sound lines and when you sing, they float.
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