Moving on
with life—
enhancing
m o s
o d
/ ice won’t
break
as you skate
o n /
Drawing
on this
sensual,
s l i p p e r y
s r a e
u f c
/ enraptured
by those
i c e
t i c k l e s /
Feet moving
to the sound
of a
s i l e n t
w i p r
h s e
/ ice won’t
break
as you skate
o n /
An ageless
s u p e r n o v a
in this
perpetual
w i n t e r
s
k
y
Walking barefoot
on fresh grass
rain keeps
smearing
this old
draft
/ Faint
reflections
o f
o u r
d a m p
r e a l i t y /
Dizzy letters
all get
blurred
eerie story—
last line
slurred
/ D r i z z l i n g lines
in ink rain
weather /
Books all
tattered,
O, too frail!
this ink
watered down—
too pale
All these stories
drowning, bold;
fading lines
on torn page
drawn
/ Faint
reflections
o f
o u r
d a m p
r e a l i t y /
(Were they
really any
good, though?
I wonder
now—
too late)
/ D r i z z l i n g lines
in ink rain
weather /
LannaZee 