Paean #YOWO
Paean
Warm breeze
Shoving tawny wings
All the higher.
Yet when I stutter,
Stumbling on this language
I love
Perhaps because
It is the only one I know,
Well enough to curl up
Ensconced in it’s shell
With a mug of cocoa,
While it protects me
From thoughts which
Cannot be phrased.
For when I stumble,
Whisk through my words
It sounds far sharper
A hurricane
Sent from Apollo
To line up my faults
In alphabetical order.