Poem: Dumbway
stand around now
in front of you in the dumb way I do when lost for words
check my wallet fumble around my jeans, search in each pocket looking
for the secret
lift under the cushion of the sofa, pull curtains,
open windows, rub oily hand across varnished pane
but still the words escape me
now I stand nearly silent in front of you in
the dumb way I do
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