No More

January 21, 2012
By Roryrose GOLD, Old Town, Maine
Roryrose GOLD, Old Town, Maine
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Without you,
The words take flight
Cawing in alarm
The poems pull in tremulous antennae
With tremendous speed
And curl into their shells
The lights in the top floor office windows
Go out
One by one
You are my muse


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