That Face, Listening

Eyes fixed on mine,
Nearly.
Chin cupped into
Palm.
Furrowed brow,
“Huh.”
Call and response.
You listen.
You don’t agree.

Day 12, July A River of Stones

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Elizabeth Howard

Elizabeth writes literary non-fiction, haiku, cultural rants, and Demand Poetry in order to forward the cause of beautiful writing. She teaches and speaks about the rhetorical impact of beautiful writing. A recent transplant to Connecticut, she calls London, Kansas City, and Iowa home. 

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