SPEAKING

 

    A word pours forth
    like a child

    with a past,
    consciousness, a future

    I even see
    a shadow cast

    against the wall, sun
    or no sun

    and a grave
    waiting

    and in-between
    stars and blackest night

    bombs
    leveling a house

    air aching
    upward

    making the sound
    of speaking

    bald
    like a flower


                                                                      --David Radavich
 
 
 

 


 
 

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