The swish of skirt swirling
in desert winds, beneath stars
that breathe her name,
captures your ear, and
urges you to hear murmurs
from heaven.
.
.
(Reading Jerry Spinelli’s Stargirl in class)
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Shawn L. Bird 
Ooh, nice!
Thanks, Melody!
“Murmurs from heaven.” Beautiful!
Thank you, Andrea.
Great poem!
Thanks, Isabella.
One may hear murmurs from Heaven, so long as one’s ear is not too tightly bound to the ground.
Although, sometimes the reverberations are felt even deep in the earth.