A Word

A Word

is on my tongue,
the word I long to speak.

It rolls over my pallet
like fine wine.

Swallow it and I am
intoxicated with the joy of it.

Speak it and I am
diminished for the loss of it.

Once uttered it is no longer
mine, but belongs

to Wind and
Ear.

I can never call it back,
make it mine again.

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