Dells...the interview was great


Aid in Foundation

We talked that day for hours
Ran the miles, then talked the talk
Trained up a storm,
Did the noodle run,
Flew over the hills to the wood-striped fence
Five from the railway tracks

Looking at transcript on the
Back of journal print-outs
References for analysing
I laugh and remember

Can hear your voice
With its distinctive melody
Intonation bouncing as you would say it
The words come to life on my page
Memories are running wild through fields of words

And the Belle attacking the sound
Emerging from the box,
Unfathomable, considering you were beside her
The laughter rang echoic

Stream of consciousness prompted
Your release of facts
Knowledge, secrets you unfolded,
Paper napkins to scrawl the answers upon
Make a coherent work of art

Click of the machine
Indicating the cessation of speech
The tape whirrs still...




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-09 at 03:48

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