We carved pictures
into the cave-
walls, and sang
songs with words
never used. Words,
no longer there,
Never there.
And we rode our
bikes 13.5 miles
just to hear
the elk bleat
again. Singing
songs to lovers
in a language
we didn’t understand.
Elk Song
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Amy Pajewski 
4 responses to “Elk Song”
see your good at this stuff, I’m just a novice. My preference is in the scheme of rhyming and conjoined thoughts associated with the reality of my life. I like it 😀
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Thanks for your encouraging words, Ramie! You should start a blog so I can follow your work and you can follow mine 🙂
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There’s this marvelous tension going on between permanence, transience and oblivion that’s pretty hip. I totally dig this.
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There’s this cool tension going on between permanence, transience and oblivion that’s pretty hip. I dig this.
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