Jun 26, 2020
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Go Forth
A Poem by Douglas Caraballo
The mute go out to face the unrest of the day.
Gordian knot grown over by hyacinth,
and the shapes of shells, green in the brackish water.
You speak, muted tongues, muffled by the hiss of fear,
fumble against you. The eyes confess all unknowing.
