August 2014
To You,
I am bilingual
a cloud of language
a dense collection of words
certain to burst.
I speak in storms
ungovernable rain
falling in audible patterns
filling or flooding.
Some messages unspoken
observable in the shadows
cast by my folded arms
and the electric angles of my eyes.
What's seem and heard
frequently colliding
thunder and lightening
an imperfect storm.
Your Friend,
A
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