Sunday, May 14, 2017

Kavita Byrd - Silence

How can that be described
Which itself
Contains all words?

How can that be captured
Which itself
Contains all worlds…

I throw my words
Like bones
To the dogs
Of past and future

I have never written a poem
Let me play here
With you
Whose silence
Strokes my


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