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Burning Word Festival/Whidbey Island
by Connie K Walle

I fell in love like a man who finds
a '57 Chevy like he had in high school.

I fell in love with words, with the lips which spread
those words over my body like kisses.

My skin tingly, my heart raced. I fell in love/hate
with young people who write better than I ever will.

I fell in love with women who found their voice
and told their stories of baking, ironing, and sex.

I fell in love with cheese, which was as tasty as poetry.
I fell in love with poetry, which was as tasty as cheese.

I fell in love with laughter, which rang from the rafters,
followed by cries of encore! encore!

I fell in love with tears and silence, which followed
poems against war and loss and left us holding
our breath in our palms.



 


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