On having his words read by strangers

each sound in the house is an alarm
speaking to a head stuffed
by the garrison of fluids
poised like a battalion
in defense of access and egress
around the anxious brain

words flow out of here
into the world arranged
in particular order
selected for impact

if they march in rhythm
propelled by loud drums
that shake the earth
announced and cheered by
bright horns that split
the silence of the naked heart

or if they approach softly
gleaming in their own simple
surely they will
touch the souls that see

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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