Friday, November 12, 2010

The Writer's Dance

I dance…
the dance of hunted…
words pursue like
beast rapid…

I have no time
to enjoy literary triumphs,
rest on laurels,
it’s always on to next
one step follows another
to breathe or turn muse
break into friendly, creative sister
from the banshee
she’s twisted into
in honor of November.

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