• Tom

A Stamp of Farewell Handy

Coercion is a dead word you can use on rainy nights in August.

Revoke. Commitment. The words we know by heart,

To write the most beautiful score we find

A lazy discovery on a cloudy afternoon and recognize

The brick nestled against the vehicle windshield.

A preference to falsify.

The root assignment.

Gravel in the lungs.

Give me an album of assignment.

Give me the work.

The anger sanctuary solace cools me.

We hear the distinct sounds of culture:

Collapse, battlefields, migration toward

The changing winds.

The nun on a faraway ferry tells me what she sees on a clear day.

Against my chest, I feel what’s in store and grant, again, those

Words I know by heart.

The words I love.

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