Spare Change We Pluck Like Lilacs

he said his favorite word was his lovers
sighs like whispers,
the sound fleeting, turning.
in the college newspaper he
would hold and read
his lovers sighs
whispers
a sound becomes a word, his favorite
and is loved.

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