H Ode
By Carlos M. Rodriguez
An H stirs my heart to waking up from slumbers of letters
that speak to me of comfort
I was not meant for comfort. I was meant for flight.
My children will learn how to fly before they learn how to
crawl.
Mozart’s blind dreams will drape their umbilical struggles in
poetic rain of southern stars- I ode to silence and H’s hidden power- its truth
beyond the noise.
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