Sunday, November 10, 2024

Proper Noun

I refuse to confuse
your name with 
the face facing me. 

Words sung 
atonally as intoned.
Hearing your name,

I sound out
the syllables 
found symbols 

of round generosity 
gravity impounding 
a freer flow,

a flower without scent, 
sent to breathe invisibly 
a little while beyond.

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