All Over the Place

(I try to jettison politics on weekends, unless something egregious happens. Well, despite
something egregious happening, really.)

                          Dentist

He accounts decay by morning light,
I phrase colors of the corrugated 
     shed three stories down,

       changing the language 
     as light changes and when

      it stops, the words must
              advance in order

  to save us. We say too much 
and yet at a still point are graced.

Now he tells his speech again--no use
  to talk to me. But, then, I listen
      since we are all of us forgiven.

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