Melanie Barbato
The Fountain
Fill
My
Naked
Mouth with words
Make me overbrim
In an endless sequence of song
I will stand my head thrown back I will listen and sing
Glory and praise! Let the birds in the garden join in, give beetles to drink from my lips
Help me wash out my reticence so that cycle by cycle the past can add up to the present and then to a fuller present again
