Dino Valls
Remember the Rosetta stone,
the hum of xerox machines,
remember monks copying,
how a prisoners in solitary
picked up
a pebble to scribble stories on the wall.
Letters, I tell you
even if your paper yellows in the attic,
even if it's torn and thrown into the sea,
each of you separate from your brothers,
swim through the ocean,
row across the sky,
walk through the wasteland,
find a reader. Stay together. Hold.
Jeanne Murray Walker
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