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Often, poems lie

Often, poems lie.

We learn the names of things
through our hands
and even the dead
learn to speak.

Often, truths dangle.

on a clothesline,
water for a sparrow’s thirst.

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absolutely gorgeous. thank you!

OOOOH... I just love this.