On Listening Again To Marvin's 13th #1

. . .when blue tear drops are falling . . .*





Love loves
the healing

of its own
dis-ease-ment

the dew shot
being reason

enough for
doing anything

worth beat.
Well, yeah

momentarily
off in sax-

o-phone
reverie . . .

re-hearing
the mellowness,

the stirring

voice

that voice,
and there

in that space
of sound

always
the slices

of wonder, you
remind me

to seek, soul
saint, mysterè

of the cave
of secrets.

I desire to go
there, as I may.



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* M. Gaye, D. Ritz & O. Brown, 1982.