words fall, leaves from the language tree
sometimes i stand, letting their letters bristle by my cheeks
sometimes i scramble, catching words by bunches in my shirt-front
sometimes i sit, choosing them for specificity
today i watch
amazed
at how how words, by themselves, mean little
but add and gain meaning when beside others
then i am ready
i set down my words
freeing my hands
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