How to say (Day 1378)

she taught me how 

to say these things I need 

to say to write a word a line 

a poem and how I already knew 

how she taught me to listen to 

my own sounds settling like ash 

or butterflies landing on my hair

hands eyelids fluttering white 

as blossom drifts in May when 

the sun heals and taught me to 

see that see how see why 

a story will tell itself one way 

or another it will tell you how 

let it tell me she said and before 

one more November sun had set 

she showed she taught me how

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