Monday, July 12, 2010

Dyslexia, a central character to my story
enabled me to see inside-out and center to edge.
Librarian skill, also central, cataloged the contents of the attic trunk:
words of nonsense? to the trash~
words of daydream? fly them out the window~
cruel hateful words? erase them like grease pen smudges on whiteboard~
words of judgment? light a match and watch them burn.

I also found words of understanding and words of love  
words of equality and words of kindness, and I said
Oh, please, do come and sit with me 
show me what you are.
Teach me all of your words and
I will write them until I can write no more.

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