a_piece_of_the_world ovenbird She finds a strange kind of intimacy in the way she can hear him turning the pages of a notebook from so many miles away and hear his voice saying, “hmmm…there was something here I wanted to read to you,” and then…a lingering silence that holds the promise of fragments of verse by a poet who no longer lives, which come, in time, so beautifully rendered, given like a child gives daisies, something small but so precious, small and yet, everything, at the same time. And there’s a strange feeling in her chest, like a smile that gets too large for the face to contain and whelms its banks, leaving schools of silver herring fluttering in her lungs. And she listens, carefully, to the voice far away and then she says, “listen to this one…this one about dragons…” and she thinks that this is one of the most beautiful things that can happen, this kind of sharing, the kind that goes “Here! Let me give you a piece of the world’s heart to keep inside your own.” 260325 what's it to you? who go blather from