letters come from childhood. Where we studied them, one at a time. Some of us started to put them together on black or green slate, with chalk. Spelling our names before blowing the chalkdust away – to see ourselves, in writing


some kick out confidently. Others stand tall like a sentry. Others roll back upon themselves, forever. Some stand alone just fine, thank you very much – in plain, white chalkdust

some are selfless and silent. Some want to helping our voices to speak them

others play predicate and pluralize a whole world of words


some couple off, and work best as a pair

others play dissident, or become just a number


letters form words which, placed side by side, and exposed to light and eyes – form tears which fall over snowdrifts of smiles

to watercolor slate… 


all meaning then blooms – against a green or black sky


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