her words were all that.
showed how sound could
roll itself out
in such full places as those
poems. no small things. those
lines were big.
a little word like i from her
in a tasty whip of a poem
it said more than most did say
it moved more than most did move.
her words were mighty words.
her words were magic words.
i want to know poems
all over again. to hear and
be under her spell.
Cara Benson
1 comment:
What a beautiful tribute! So well said.
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