Let us honour
the limits of radio.
It is good that
we do not
see the loud man
each morning on the air,
good to be spared
the wattles that
whip the words,
the saliva
sailing over
the microphone,
the big hands,
the stewed eyes…
good not to witness
the yellowed teeth
chase yet another
minnow from
the righteous sea.
It is enough to hear
the unkind voice,
the bully words,
and twist the dial
to cut off the sound,
to let the sky flow back
through the windshield,
and the sunshine settle
once more into the
coutours of the day.
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