some days are for writing words.

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some days are for writing words.

some days are for weeding words.

some days are for words shapeshifting or playing hide and seek.

some days the words blow up in your face and some days they come like the smell of lilacs on the spring air.

some days are for silence and some days are word dance parties.

some days are raw words, uncooked, never before taken in by another’s eyes, mind, and heart.

some days are rotten words, decay and compost, manure and mulch.

some days are ancient words waiting for or lost in translation.

some days are for words for close keeping and some days are for words flung open.

some days are big sky word country and some days are words in secret caves.

some days the word is a single blade of grass, a petal on pavement, a crass gesture, a caress.

some days are ocean and some days are broken and some days are unsteady and some words pull you under while others keep you afloat.

some days the words are ash and some days the words are fresh-squeezed juice.

and some days are just in-between days, when the words aren’t ready to be shapes in your mouth.

what kind of words is today?

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