Anemone Flynn - Conversations

Every Conversation ever had,
Has limbs and roots and branches.
The paths not taken, good or bad,
And those beyond our reaches.

As each new phrase from my lips drops,
And a reply from each of yours
My heart quickens with the possibilities
All the galaxies yet unexplored.

Words can have so varied meanings,
Homonyms, antonyms, and more.
And each pronoun left untethered
Is better than the one before.

Idaho 2007

Anemone Flynn

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