Ramble
/Silver-toned, chopping at the bit
I write poems like this, little
bits of wonder, sondered together
bit by bit, the broken pieces
suddenly illuminate, like star
shine, moonshine, down it
whole, down your throat which
is where the magic lives.
What is a voice but unmonotone
moving words around that
make us wonder where
we are, what
we are
And yet still don't quite
fit
By Ana Sylvia Rose
From: United States