They’ll say we knew each other, that we spoke to each other in poems, and that when at long last evening fell, we were solemn, we were still.
December 4, 2019. Evening.
Imagine a Word
Imagine a word deep in its image,
and a page in an ice age burning for warmth.
Imagine a tongue that is fire,
before learning to speak.
Imagine the ashes,
and what they are worth.
Recently Banned Literature, June 27, 2014
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