Quite & very welcome.
Take the ink from the (FlexGrip) pen; articulate the uncontrollable.
“You’re a… spirit. Or a stroke…”
“Or a girl.”
“Or a Cheshire Cat.”
I know it’s not 5-7-5… but does it even need to be short-long-short?
Absorbent mimicry, aping all at once together.
Am I ever writing this? You were always reading this. The stars knew they were burning…
I never stopped. But…
Writing about sharing writing.
An accordion and a clarinet once danced together before a set of drums, and the aural ghost of their exchange is frenzied as it floats around the café room.
A line ‘tween Autumn/Summer clear.
A place so full and hillside-located; pink, lit, ‘n green.
When’s’t, where’s’t, the poignant pivot-point?
The wind stabs among the players every couple of bars,
a forceful beat formed by the rustle of the trees.