I Am Listening
Lindsay Moore, 1st Place
I am listening
for my plane to take off.
I am listening
for the roar of subways
in dirty stations.
I am listening
to the clanks of coffee mugs
in greasy spoon restaurants.
I am listening
to the flush of toilets
lonely gas stations.
I am listening
for the psychedelic phunk wave
to rise again.
I am listening
for the last guitar solo
of Keith Richards
to wail
before his life
finally takes
the plunge.
I am listening
to the beautiful clatter
that resounds only in the ear
of an American girl
in a foreign city.
I am listening
to the rustle of dead leaves
in the treetops
that sway in the fall breeze.
I am listening
for the youthful blooms of spring
to scream as they open
and stretch their limbs.
I am listening
in my bed
for the rain
to stop.
I am listening
for the voice
of the great American novelist.
I am listening
to Grandma's stories
that are timeless.
I am listening
for him to say
"I love you."
I am listening
to the wisdom
in the voice of my father.
I am listening
to voices that whisper
from beyond the grave.
I am listening
for the silent voice
of God
to splatter on my face.
I am listening
for that voice
that I could pick
out of a crowd.
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