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