Storytellers
Jason Reynolds
One voice speaks.
Giving life
To words on paper.
Visions rise like dough,
In grandma’s mixing bowl.
Passages revive memories,
Of childhood
Long passed.
Figures playing in the sand.
Spectators sit in awe
Of this creation.
A single hand speaks,
In admiration.
As the chain of fools
Stumbles after.

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