Dyslexia
thanks for the poem,
let me extend my sympathy
long live dyslexia!
let the words untangle the meaning
of the world let the world
untangle the meaning of the word
there is nothing there
but pity
a bird sings early this morning by my window
the vine has grown more leaves
the sun comes out between the two breasts of a hill
i take my bath and then
move on to the beauty of the words of the world
the freshness of the air from the sea
to the fulfillment of my lungs
to the lightness of my heart.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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