Making an intangible object perform all five senses,
An ability to explode emotions onto physical paper,
Making that old tree into a kingdom,
Full of ants as peasants,
And the big bossy boughs fire their employees as they fall off one by
one,
Into the unemployment line,
Did you sigh in awe when Bukowski and his mockingbird
crawled into your mind?
When it was getting closer with each word,
Could you relate to when Dickinson’s isolated heart wrote written
words of love and
entered yours?
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