A Question on The Magic of Language

After Hafiz’s “With that Moon Language”

For Rev. Scott Owings


How can the breath 

of one syllable

(yes, no)


or the flow

of the phrase,

(thank you, I’m sorry)


or the rise

of the question

(why?)


alchemize

the hook of

your heart into

 

the crescent 

beam of 

moon?

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