Subject To Meet
always mixing
tequila lemon
cello with
absinthe
my muttering
words utterly
come out
like milk
from a cow
but usually
somehow
understood
so soon but
not soon
enough
for me
we will be
facing one
another and
not knowing
enough of each
of the other's
language
we'll be
living life
after Babel
babbling but
understanding
laughter
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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