Even teeth grow back
eventually
Over the long miles
glacier runoff
book spines
even teeth grow back
when we’ve run them over
and over and over
in our mouths
wording, nuance
the times you say we
to make a point.
Teeth ground down to
the root resurface
one at a time
then all at once
a mouth full of opinions
a crooked willful smile
–ECW
On Finding Meaning
Beneath this there will be letters
And beneath letters, words
But words seek the mellow, yellow-green
Of meaning found softly
Fluttering southward to fields of cut grass
And chopped stocks of feathered dandelions
Words seek flight
In the broad, taught wing of a fresh sparrow
With the wind whipping, cutting, splicing
Through. Stripping meaning, worth, value
Connections
Voices seek words
But find only letters
The red, deep gashes in the flesh
Of rippling limbs
Defeated and struggling
If only all the letters would bind to make a body
A fighting body, alas
Only a mamed carcus.
Above this there are letters, all letters
Maybe words to some ears, eyes
Lungs.
But no meaning. The lack of meaning
The lack of connections.
Flightless, castrated feathered dandelions.
Only weeds.
–ECW
Poem 3 Edited – Poem 3 Revised
