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out of your shell
out of your world
 
 
for a minute    for 
 
a minute
 

 
 
 that other voice
 
 
filters thru 
 
  
you   want the flow   to open the gate
 


   Lisa Galt Bond __

_____________________

so here’s the thing
 
some times    late at night goes to early morning    and the taste of you the
thought of it   is moist
 
 
as your voice
 
 
on   the phone
 
 
miles away
 

   Lisa Galt Bond __

THE CONQUISTADOR OF WORDS
*For Paul Pines on the occasion of his reading
“Last Call” on 9/23/17*

 
That night   you sat on the stage
 
and let us travel with you
 
as you moved
 
through time
 
exquisitely
 

   Lisa Galt Bond __

Guestbook
©C.T.v.M. Guestbook -From Nowhere- 1980, page 025

April 17 2017

The nesting mourning dove
sits silently  on her nest
she does not sing
and wants to disappear 
 into the corner  of my 
 fire escape

taking turns
with her mate   they 
                               ride the eggs

hopefully      this year

they will not fall between the cracks

   Lisa Galt Bond __
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I thought I heard you call my name
 
inside
your long solo
 

 
just saying hello
 
 
we remember
 
that
 
 
first look

   Lisa Galt Bond __