Pilot Light: Word Sonnets
Tongue
Who
keeps
the
words
fresh
and
reborn
from
day
to
day?
Your
loose
tongue.
Winded
So
fast,
yesterday
I
was
throwing
snowballs
with
the
wind,
now
it’s
against
me.
Afterword
for Christal Steck
The
word
arrives
a
bit
late…