By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com
Date: 13 August 2000
writing in tongues
And then there is me
the product of a
poem poorly written
a couplet short of
a decent strand of words
a story badly in need
of editing...
somehow you happened by
with your blue pencil of light
crossing stars and dotting
tongues in my nights
in the mouths of words
that would praise you
if only they knew
how to come
from me
8/9/00
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