Solecism (Poem)

He speaks in broken clips; solecism

It is a warm sound

A home sound

Offered like conciliation

To the ears

Conciliation for distance

And weariness


He is not Harvard nor Rhodes

Nor scholar

Only, solecism, deviation

Dipped in warm smoky molasses

Sweet, like that

Sweet to his folk

Porch swing Sundays sweet


He speaks, an ode to the cradle

A rocking rymth

Mistaken for ignorance,

What is instinct

What is solecism


They do not ask him

To lavish speeches

In marble halls

Nor does he desire

His is satisfied here


Solecism personified


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