The cupboard holds
the cup unfolds
fortunes are made
and unmade
truths walk
as a parade of words
down a street
I was
I am
I were
I understand
nothing
but the fragrance of
silence
that makes writing a joy
always the clean slate
another day.
Amen.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Sunday, 15 January 2012
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