The Return of Listen

Erasure Poem #2 (created at http://erasures.wavepoetry.com/index.php)

Night startled.

Wind sprang to the oars
and rowed hard to intercept her,
all strength and willing.

Chance felt sure,
but Sound grew fainter
within the fog.

Day passed,
a bitter disappointment,
full of the lack of each and all
of which we were perishing,
unconscious in a cry,

while Thought hurried along
in the great city
and wondered if Listen
might come to us
out of the deep.