Shape the Words
We shape the
words
with gentle
care
as someone
does with
time
to spare.
Although we’re
crass
we often
dare
to venture
in
misfortune’s
lair.
What do you
see inside
the cave
at
dawn?
Will it be
a
stutter of songs?
Or perhaps
a
malicious tune,
that speaks
of light
high
on the moon?
Copyright © Brian Bronson | Year Posted 2023
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