Hark the herald hummingbird sings
Bark the Maltese Terrier’s cry rings
Dark the curtained sun masks the neighbour’s swings
Stark the white paper informs and brings

News of my day, when I’d much rather play
I sit here instead in contemplation of a rhythmic sway
As I move in circles around my hips
I begin to create movement and noise from my lips
What could only be explained as an ecstatic dance
A free-flowing movement to put me in a trance

Hark the herald hummingbird sings
Bark the Maltese Terrier’s cry rings
Dark the curtained sun masks the neighbour’s swings
Stark the white paper informs and brings

News of my day, when I’d much rather play
I sit here instead in contemplation of a rhythmic sway
As I dot my I’s and cross my T’s
My pen begins to scribble as I rest upon my knees
What could only be explained as a blossoming visual display
A composition of loops and drags in a poetic way.

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