When
we hush is when we trust the chorus
Why
not? Whenever the sun comes out
We
put on our poetic disquisitions one leg
At
a time just like everybody else only we
Take
chances and any other shortcuts we
Find
along the way we who baptize dawn
False
exiles of embodied silence we keep
Padlocked
in a closet where being there
Is
only that and nothing more not being
In
some other being but rather being
Or
being alone and we smile don’t we?
In
spite of our mysteriously thin voices
It’s
only when we’re being impractical
That
we find poetry waiting in silence
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