Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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They asked me to say something. As if the right words exist.
At eleven, traffic pauses. A bus kneels at the curb. The cashier stills her hands
The wall does not say hero. It says names, line after line,
After the guns, the field made no speech. It lifted poppies
Two minutes is long enough for a kettle to begin, a traffic light to change,
Her old friends are four hundred miles away. At lunch she carries the tray past three tables of finished conversations.
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