Capriccio

This entry is part 24 of 47 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2012

 

Some words lisp before you can
even say them: say thistle.

Say chant. Say tuft
lit up by the sun
. Fields

spread with a wealth
of accidental sound.

 

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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