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Glossolalia

bygreenmountaineer©

I put in my day with the commonplace,
with courtesies in checkout lanes,
small talk, the weather, last night's game.

I say hello like an altar boy's
et cum spiritu tuo
to the nun who's crossing the street,
the same to my neighbor mowing his lawn,
and paperboy riding his bike.

But at night when I put myself in you,
I babble babble like Tennyson's brook
while you, Dearest, are Keats' belle dame
sans merci
making sweet moan,

and love is merely a four letter word.
It's as though we are speaking in tongues.

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