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An octogenarian prose poem

Where do words come from?
From books? Or from nurseries,
classrooms, bedrooms, boardrooms,
casual conversations?
From a lover’s breath?
From whispers, whimpers,
arguments, anger?

Where do they go?
Are they wandering the mazes of the mind,
or lingering in locked closets,
or moldering in chests with no keys?

Are they…

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Ronald C. Flores-Gunkle

Ronald C. Flores-Gunkle

An aging humanist hanging on to the idea that there is hope for humankind — against all current indications. You can see his published work on Amazon.