Story Teller

I’ve listened to her
tell lies and truth
with equal fascination.

She tells her lies
with embellishments
of humor
words joined
with the casual beauty
of a game of dominoes
laid out with end spots
perfectly matched.

But it is the truth
that holds me in thrall.

I hear it behind the sound track,
a raw and bleeding bass,
a trail to show the discerning
where next to set a foot.

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