Teach me, world, to speak
in mahogany—to begin
every word with a hum
and deliver each word
with a laugh and end every word
with the trust
that if it wanted to
the word could go on
forever.
July 30, 2014 by Rosemerry
Teach me, world, to speak
in mahogany—to begin
every word with a hum
and deliver each word
with a laugh and end every word
with the trust
that if it wanted to
the word could go on
forever.
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“…to speak in mahogany” is an interesting turn of sensibilities, but for some reason it feels more significant that I seem to be able to fathom tonight. There must be a reference about mahogany you are not letting out in this poem? Perhaps it is in the longevity of a mahogany? Not sure.