(Written in 2012 after seeing May Angelou speak)
You said last night
with your trombone voice
that you write poetry for yourself
when things aren't going right
And your six year silence
made you a better listener
and a lover of words
I love words too
And I'm silent sometimes too
When I have nothing to say
And I know
Words may not kill someone
But they can surely
Cause a piece of you to
be very very quiet.
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