Wandering Words, Querulous Questions
An octogenarian prose poem
Where do words come from?
From books? Or from nurseries,
classrooms, bedrooms, boardrooms,
casual conversations?
From a lover’s breath?
From whispers, whimpers,
arguments, anger?
Where do words come from?
From books? Or from nurseries,
classrooms, bedrooms, boardrooms,
casual conversations?
From a lover’s breath?
From whispers, whimpers,
arguments, anger?
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