I revel in words when I write
Celebrating them by bringing them into the light
Of pixelated screens and seldom-turned pages
Showing them off as they dance--
Haltingly in the rhythms and rhymes in which
I constrain them--
Delighting when I can take words rarely used
In my experience--
And
If there is a place in which
I have experience
I can claim expertise
It lies in using words--
And setting them again upon the world
Where they can set their teeth into the
Flesh of minds
And shake them
But
What I write requires resources to read
As does all reading
And I wonder who might look
And see
And turn away
Not knowing how to knock at a door
I might readily open
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