Letters of letters
I live between the lines
Or above them
Or rather in the individual spaces between the letters of each word
Jumping the voids between each word in each line
Gently gliding or rock climbing from one stanza to the next
Living in my script
Hanging on the ledges of capital I s
Sliding down the slopes of M s and W s
Curling up in the nests of the O
Running circles and jumping off the dive board of Q into my sea of words
Looking out my triangle window of my Teepee house of A
Restfully sleeping in the slopes of the S,s
While catching my Z's
Or above them
Or rather in the individual spaces between the letters of each word
Jumping the voids between each word in each line
Gently gliding or rock climbing from one stanza to the next
Living in my script
Hanging on the ledges of capital I s
Sliding down the slopes of M s and W s
Curling up in the nests of the O
Running circles and jumping off the dive board of Q into my sea of words
Looking out my triangle window of my Teepee house of A
Restfully sleeping in the slopes of the S,s
While catching my Z's
Breaking out of my crack egg shelled Cs
Leaning on the Brick walls of my Ls
Protected from the pouring drew drop Bs
Upon the inverted V of my Sundial roof
Not only in the straight and structured fonts of abandoned typewriters
Printed P’s of the Past
But the looping legato drawings of dancing lady G’s
Or swooping dipping questions ending with a Y
The completely perpendicular reading nook of T tree
The playground ladders and slides of R’s
Moving me to a youth of simple thoughts and words
For as a gentle bowing n grows it's sharpens to adulthood
With wide smiling D’s of late night emails
The tooth edge E combing my hair and memories
The X’s of mental block upon eyes being lifted
The cupping hands of U holding K
Gracing me into a simple bed of gentle H’s
And Cradle arm J’s
F not extending its middle finger but the two on the side
The letters from letters
Where this poem is a remix
Of my alphabet soup
The letters of letters with lessons
The letters of letters with lessons
Each single one we hear and read it leaves an impression
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