This entry is part 21 of 34 in the series Small World


for the body’s instrument.
Its silence is another language.

Mountain peak.
It makes its own
wet weather.

& sensitive as a newborn
through old age.

Missed bit
of a continent submerged
in the unconscious.

The scuba diver
can’t speak.

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  1. Riddle

    Two mountains and the valley between.
    Two hands and a heart.

    Two lips and a throat
    singing an old tune.

    A small hungry mouth
    clamped on the nipple

    as if life depended on it.
    Life depends on it.


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