Word Craft

Word Craft

The words are dozing
resting from work
at the nuance factory
to regain their original nature
after a life time of time and a half

Outside flocks of poets lurk
nets in hand, ready to flick
wrists and capture
the brightest, the starkest, the most subtle,
to compose poems with them,
if life doesn’t intervene

If it does, there are always butterflies
and flotillas of clouds drifting by

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