Excavation

by Mary Lynn Bahr

You listen well, she said.

I hadn’t known I was listening—

Only mining her for the gold she was,

Asking through layers of

Sedimentary experience, beneath

All the barriers and buttresses of years,

To tap the richest vein,

The deepest treasure of her heart.

I listen well?

You live exquisitely, my friend.

I want to learn

You.

Photo by Rokson P. Lau