Phrases

Phrases pass my lips,
I go out to the end of my street
I turn around and spit those
Phrases back at what has
Become of me

Laying down at the intersection
Gazing at billions of stars
I wonder at the possibility
Of all my phrases seeing light,
On pages, or billboards,
Or movie screens, or tongues

Smiling at the amazing universe
My words forming Orion’s belt
The myriad combinations
Forging cauldrons of light
I am humbled at the prospect
Hoping to live up to what I am

— GB

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