Kathy Jacobs


Spoken words are boiling cauldrons
Spilling over, leaking, dripping
Unknown ingredients,
Boiling, burning,
Flowing away before caught,
Rather let me read your written words,
Full and constant,
To be savored, studied, 
Held and treasured,
These are the words I want.

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