All the languages in the world
by Jennifer Burch
All the languages in the world
might be waiting. I sit on a block
with a book, following characters
who all run into me. When I want
to break the habit, the habit takes
a hold of me. It comes back like
memory. My father wrote poems
in the snow. Someone will take
the tip, he said, and carve it into
wood. Was it him? Was it you?
Copyright © 2010 by Jennifer Burch.
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