To Tie His Sandals

for Joshua Dodds

He speaks in a voice with eyes:
eyes that hear,
an ear that touches,
a hand that reaches around your heart
and pumps it back to life
or caresses gently
if that heart has not yet died—
a baritone profundo
that you feel before you perceive,
like a skein of startled geese,
the thundering of stallions or bison,
or sheet lightning aback the hills.

Listen to a voice that has known.

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