The word: Grandiloquent
I ran to the bank in a flurry, looking for a notary public, and there I found Jonathan. We got to talking while he notarized and he told me a secret: that he keeps a book about vocabulary words in his desk drawer. Word-lovers of the world, unite! I thought. And asked for a word.
The Stranger: Jonathan
The Word: Grandiloquent
The poem I wrote:
School taught me that nerves
are shoots of fire that ratchet
through the body, traveling fast
in a sheath of myelin – picture
a spark sliding protected down
a water-tube, or up a tulip stem –
– and doesn’t the metaphor slam
the head like a glass bowl, how we
are just that: these shooting, firing,
ratcheting things, with only a thin
sheath of words – like sad cars
or grandiloquent boxes carrying
our fire from person to person
to person, nerving us together.
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