Writing (poem)

Writing

 

Twiggy pencils, telling tales again

Scratching lead-gray slate above

And clawing the dirt of lonely paths below

 

And yet here we are

Searching for honeycomb in glass jars

That no one will eat

Because it's liquid gold on a sunlit shelf

 

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©Christine A. Owens 3.30.18

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