Thursday, August 13, 2020

SOMETIMES 


 Sometimes,
naturally,
the rhymes

 come lovely
as a snail's
trail,

 slick with
mucus.
Our eyes

 see
the chime
of language

 as a wet
marker
left for us

 on a dry
land, the way
our ears

 hear
the echo
echo.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 10:11 AM

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