Words
(Inspired by the Howland Public Library)
An uttered word will sound
and disappear,
For speech is inked in
fading, painted breath.
It's murky motives churning
love and fear,
Ephemeral. It's legacy bereft.
Truth twisted in retellings.
Here and gone,
Like fleeting bedtime wish
of infancy,
But written on a page, a
word lives on,
A prayer, forever, to
humanity.
