VOL. XIX, NO. 11

BY STEVE VISTEEN

Waves of liquid light,
Sprays of our tongues
Remain unnoticed
Save for the eons,
The cameras of time
Clicking in the sand.
The parting lips
Revelations of love
Stored in tongues
Unknown to scholars
Of Harvard or Vassar.
Ivy League prophets
Coaxed by the language.
Meals consumed
In other fires
Fires of Life,
Embers of Hope,
Flames of Love
Melting our tongues.