There may be other meanings to your words

The words you keep the words that you discard

The one you meant to write, the one I heard

The way you punctuate, the way sound blurs.

The ones that might be soft, the ones so hard.

There may be other meanings to your words

Some pierce like swords, some are   diamond hard

The words you meant to write, the ones I heard

The way the kettles sang, the way cats purred.

The words that open doors, the ones that bar.

There may be other meanings to your words

The way the cookie crumbles, paper chars

The ones you meant to write the ones I heard

We don’t know what we say,l when life’s absurd

My recipes from books, how mother stirred

There may be other meanings to your words

Why write poetry when your phone’s not charged?

Can patience be alluring in our age?

There may be other meanings to your words

The ones you meant to write the ones I heard