Monday, March 10, 2014

My Year of Miracles Day 11: A Poem

That Note

From the back 
of my throat
not Darlene Love's
but my own.

Clean and pure.

I coax the shrillness 
out of it.

I practice
until the windshield cracks.

Hurrying now.

The choir is
warming up.

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