Friday, February 10, 2012
James Brown And My Poem
The shapes of the letters
Strung together, hiking
Across the desert white
Blankness, are a striking,
Stark, but lovely sight,
Because of how they join
Up, morphing into tight
Units of meaning and
Unsung sounds, which might
Reverberate, given the chance,
To insinuate meaning out
Of chaos, and call us to dance...
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