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I lived among stones…
I lived among stones. They had their own language. The most widely spoken language in the world. But it was very quiet, very hushed. Only they could hear it. I also lived among trees. I learned to speak their leafy dialect. A rustle was a cry for help. Two rustles meant all was well. Once a year our language grew dry, died, and fell. I raked my words into a quiet pile.
About the Author: Jason Heroux is grateful to live as an uninvited guest upon the traditional territories of the Haudenosaunee Confederacy and the Anishinabek Nation where he is currently the Poet Laureate for the City of Kingston, Ontario, Canada. His most recent book is Amusement Park of Constant Sorrow (Mansfield Press, 2018).
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