12/12/2020

Sister Bay, Door County, Wisconsin, 1955


Where is your native language?

I’m not interested in these

made-up words I hear you

slapping against the rocks, 

tearing your laundry 

into bandages and slings,


but the language you once

shared with the universe

the moment you were 

conceived by the universe. 


I am looking for that language 

which I once fully understood.


[LSS, 12/12/20]

 

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