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Why?
All the sounds ever uttered,
arise from that one first,
petulant cradle song
of
'why'?
A 'why'
reprised and voiced,
with infinite variations.
‘Mysterious ways’ test us constantly.
Both the hearing the
and the deaf,
dance with their hands,
seek answers with
inquiring fingers.
Sometimes,
hands harken to the heart,
and deep within a lipless silence
that: 'Why,'
answers every empty question.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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