Poetry pours out of the mouth
and drops like pebbles into an ocean,
causing ripples and white-crust waves
to form on a shore as the tide comes in
on sun tanners wanting to feel and know
the weight of language.
Don’t worry — they will know when
words build a monsoon from the very foundation,
when the pebbles dropp into the ears of the world.
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