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We Don't Speak Now
We don't speak now, instead we just text
Never expecting what we'd lose next
Losing our voice was just the next step
in a journey through all things not kept
We kept the wind but lost gentle breeze
that tousled our hair, murmured in trees
We kept the sky, but lost the sunset
crimson and gold clouds we'd never forget
We lost the birds in their lovely flight
We lost the stars but kept ebon night
we lost the deer, the wolf, the squirel
but kept creatures that fit in our world
We lost the way to write and to keep
The music we lost somewhere in sleep
We lost the words, like a broken clasp
Slipped thru our minds,we couldn't grasp
And last, poems kept etched in our heart
Found they also needed to depart.
Loss seemed caused by a magical hex
But, not to fear, for we could still text!
Copyright ©
Ann Peck
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