Poetic Laryngitis

No cure till the verdict
is read aloud. Till her juror’s oath

is played out,
even a simple metaphor

can’t be
expressed. Nothing implied. All

images captured
must remain sealed

inside a jar
draped in red linen. Even fresh

rain transforming
into snow won’t force a leak.

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