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In poetic language I hear us often speak

banter upon banter of what we could not

convey with little human words

 

so stanzas pass with very little said.

we let little words spray the page

…little words to trace the way

 

to my saying she is diamonds

each a hundred thousand cut

casing her incandescence

 

to see her…my word, is to see her

turning perfect light

into multicolor skies

 

well I want this light

I want these skies

for the rest of my life