A line of poetry
is a sensation on the tongue
the signal of a morsel to the brain
sometimes delicate
or a warm, heavy coat
the words lift off the tongue
a wistful ooh
while the crumb lingers in the cheek
a keepsake
A line of poetry
is a convulsion of the brain
the signal of a morsel
from mind to line
from self to script
words lifting, minds expanding
brains singing ooh
as folds deepen
a warm hug for a cavalry of children
a nourishment for their growth
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