Today was a writing day
A cutting and pasting day
An adding a word here, a clarification there day
Combing over some paragraphs,
Straightening out strands
Weaving in a new through thought
Skimming over others,
Knowing what they say,
Until next month, when I’ll have forgot
This poem reads like a spell!
ReplyDeletewitchy weaving:) Becca's magic is catching!
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