pomes of buddy don: The Listener Will Understand

The Listener Will UnderstandI try to write something everydayA habit I’ve nourished for years,But what do I write with nothing to say,When silence has filled up my ears?Sometimes, I suppose, one should simply desistAnd let the day go without words,But when they are swirling, who can resist,Pretending that they might be birds?O fly away little words, land in an ear,Sing whatever you can,Although