the weight
of the words
rolled around
in my mouth

tasted syntax
taking flight
fluttering phrases
speckled speech

painted ladies
and linnets
as kisses

a flock of words
landing and meant
as liberations
sent as doves
received as hawks

ah but language
is a cage
is it not?

birds sing
through bars
we each
have a sentence

"Hughie, guitar, butterfly"
Photo by Lynette Thomas