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by Jim Moore

I could see myself as an archeologist,
At first stumbling across each bevy of words,
And then carving out every individual letter—slowly
As a collection of lines decades old might take.
It’s how I look at you,
Not in a past tense but in the present,
A language misunderstood until now,
And the cipher,
The handful of keys I fumble at your door.


Posted on 12/19/2011
Copyright © 2022 Jim Moore

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Linda Fuller on 12/19/11 at 05:37 PM

Really like this - great finish.

Posted by George Hoerner on 12/19/11 at 07:56 PM

I love the idea of the archeologist. I believe to study today's women requires a Phd in at least 4 different and unrelated subjects for understanding to even begin.

Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/21/11 at 08:48 PM

... excellent.....

Posted by A. Reed on 01/22/12 at 03:36 PM

This was an exquisite read. Definitely a favourite.

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