The Twelfth

by BOB GALLO   Feb 12, 2025


If I ask
the colour of your eyes,
you would say—blue.

But if I ask
why the sky is blue,
your answer
misses the hue.

Sometimes, the question
is not the question—
it is the clue.

Yet you would not see it,
even if I whispered
the twelfth insight
from Peru.

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