A desperate search for words in cupboards
nowhere to be found, no traces and no sounds
minds emptied of priceless prose
bookish breathing stymied by lifeless blows

Where have the words gone?
who has carried off the poetic throngs?
Subdued by the future gone wrong
and the goodbyes of life so long

Now carrying this cabinet emptied of it graces
intent on filling it with life’s stories and faces
places to go and people to see
to get back the words of cupboards so free


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