At a head-stroke
you sail along sound waves
throat travelling to some
rainbow’s end in your
voice-box-boat.
We calibrate vibrations
in Hertz. At 25 – 50,
the frequency of purrs:
the same tremor of mending
for muscles, bone, tendon:
for relief of pain.
Come, travel again.
(1962 – 22 December 2009)
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