Sigh(t) Words

We commit them to 
memory, wear them as articles 
of faith, don them like habits. 

Sky. Sea. Tree. Wild. Breeze. 
We take the ones that move us 
and groove them into our skin. 

We close our eyes and paint our fingers cobalt, 
emerald, saffron. Count stars by memory. 
Braille freckles into poems. 

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In April, we poem.

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