Joseph Lisowski The 2River View, 5.1 (Fall 2000)


My daughter comes into our new house
on waves of music we listened to together
in our difficult island life.
The sun is crisp, Canadian air sweeps in.
I ask her what she thinks.
She only shakes her head.

I feels she's about to speak
but words are lost in transit—
somewhere between impact
and that last breath,
the last sound no one
but she has heard.

I strain to hear her voice,
my own ears damned with tears.

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