Saturday, February 9, 2019

day SEVEN HUNDRED and FIFTY ONE


and so words
fall from his lips
he wonders

what are these things
they must be some
sort of miracle

anything falling
from his lips
must be golden

and he barely
understands
these things

called words yet
they must be
magic words

so he must follow
them to the end
of time

he holds them up
shouts them to
the world forever

Build A Wall

--Thomas R. Thomas

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