chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Friday, February 22, 2008
language
splashes in a pool from a skipped stone
concentric rings around distinctions
united in the water
assigning syllables
words in air or on paper that blows
ink sounds, air vowels, hoots and consonants
feather light, heavy in our ears
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