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Diction

A poem

The first word spoken is the most true.
The others spoken in the follow-through 

are full of life’s complications, a zoo
of quibbling parakeets, a simmering brou-

haha of chimpanzees, a brackish slough
of amphibian and reptilian creatures who

lurk in the rustling grass. A sky this blue
should resolve itself into a simple hue.

A scribbling cirrus of cloud wriggles a few
lines in a stormy scrawl. It’s nothing new.