Movable – by David Ishaya Osu
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There was more to say
more to the pulse:
an hour of linen questions
and saying nothing;
there was a movable
thought, a tear, a cup
of tea and saying nothing;
there was a glowing line
between us, a blazing memory
in a sister city; there was
a wild breath
seeking wrung roses
but there was nothing to say
about the city and its golden cathedral
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