Thursday, June 20, 2019

Wraparound







I chewed on my pencil #2
All morning
The words came
And left
Without helping
Me say

    My muse had a name
    But no promise
    Had deep pain
    But always smiled

        So I chewed on my pencil
        And scratched my dog’s ear
        Words came and left
        And laughed

          On their way out

June 20, 2019
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2019

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