Speaking gutturally in the fractured
fragments of a foreign language
a tongue unknown to her
She is come from another country
gesturing with her hands
between the islands of broken English
Within her hesitations are the silent
stutters of clarity.
Using her body as a language,
I know what she is asking.
Between the atolls of words
are oceans of sterling imagery.
John Thomas Tansey
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