The
Poem Dance
Observations
whisper in my mind.
Growing
and sliding into a line.
The
pencil dances on a black shoe.
Words
leap and run through my head.
Jumping
and doing cartwheels in my mind.
The
pencil skates along on a white stage.
The
pencil flips over.
The
eraser strokes the paper.
Words
spin and turn to move from head to hand.
Words
fall onto the paper.
The
dance suddenly stops.
On
the paper is where the words lie.
Staring
up into my eye.
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