Conversion

~ Candace

She had secret, unbidden musings

Musings uttered only in the lines of a poem

A poem full of razor speak and gossip

Gossip that alarms like lightening strikes in a storm

A storm that bathes sour, thirsty words, softening them

Forming them anew like bronze in a sculptor’s hands

Into burnished intonations of love

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