where the words come from

my prayer
is the cold sunlight
on forsythia

as the cooke's hollow brook
burbles and gushes
in the background

as a lone sparrow
bounces along
the hard new england soil

like the consonants
in the verb pipiabat
from that old catullus poem


my prayer
is the slouch and slack
of night at the laptop

as i write to a friend
and wonder
where the words come from

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-08-12 at 06:30

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