On the tips of tongues
Oh, all the things she’d said & done.
A life of words so full, 86 years full.
Words & music. Not sharps & flats, but rhythmic still.
Her pen replete. Her never ending ink.
Of Red, blue, black. And black & blue, too.
She… Explains the shame, the pain
She… Defines the wisdom & wit
She… Expands the view
She… Makes sane of insane
It was until her last breath that
She pushed those words free of her lungs.
It was until her last breath that
She pushed us all to use our tongues.
Bon soir, bon mots.
