First Word Said Poem by O. C. Woods

Choose wisely before speaking
the days are still clear but who's been lurking?
Winter was dead today but he will sing tomorrow
for us Northerners to mourn the songs of the willow

under worn guidelines I ache to remember
the way the light sounded dressed in your words
it is like searching the hug from tidal arms
the dream is only the step before everything's darker

flip the tongue in impossible ways
and make the appointment count
stuck in place for Ten Grey Days
I still hope my part will make it to the final cut.


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10-22-2013
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