The Sequoia Sings by Lynette G. Esposito

I dream of the Sequoias
singing
when the breeze
dances amongst maestro
limbs— carving invisible piano notes
on their bark.
The song is old
I cannot understand the ancient lyric.

My wild pen shards words on this page
like fragments
crushed by the thought of giants
who do not speak my language
and I cannot express theirs.



Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, Remembered Arts, Reader’s Digest, US1, and others. She was married to Attilio Esposito and lives with eight rescued muses in Southern New Jersey.

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