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How quickly a sentence can turn.
How an eight-year old voice
builds a wall out of "No,"
after your grandmother asks for a kiss.
How the floor hums with the sound of the word.
How her eyes fill with clouds
and you try to beat back the rain with a broom.
How her scratched vinyl laughter
will skip across the dusty pages
of a scrapbook.
How some words, once spoken,
find themselves in a living room
touching the worn panels
to find a pulse of water
behind the wall.
copyright 2004
Steve
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