Always Ringing

To make the head
empty is such a heavy
thing to do.

For our minds are like a set of clear buckets
hung out to gather rain.

To be free of the distance between
our father’s voice is such a close sound-
one always ringing

from the void.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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