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Another Language
I love to listen when he speaks
my ears fill with silence.
He removes his lips and tongue
works them in his palm
till they become fingers
mouthing
and punctuation flung at air
featherless
fingers down
into a waiting hand.
I love to watch him when he speaks
my own voice stilled
I study a Picasso --
features misaligned
painting conversations
from a wrist hinged mouth.
~Kay E. Sharp
Kay writes from Australia that she's written poetry since childhood, but "recently started sending some work out to e-zines." She publishes The North Queensland Poets Journal.
© 2001 by Kay E. Sharp. All Rights Reserved.
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