There is a girl I know,
she writes poems, stories, dreams
captures unwilling words and strokes
them into submission
like a lazy cat on a summer day
There is a girl I know,
she writes poems, stories, dreams
weaves vibrant tapestries with her tongue
crossing one colour after another
weaving a blanket of words
There is a girl I know,
she writes poems, stories, dreams
constructs gilded cathedrals with
deft fingertips tracing over a page
blank but not for long
There is a girl I know,
she writes poems, stories, dreams
paints pictures with words
each letter building off of the last
constructing a familiar face
There is a girl I know,
she writes poems, stories, dreams
reads to the trees
the great kings of the forest
and her words sing the song of the loon
There is girl I know,
she writes poems, stories, dreams
each page winding deeper than the last
i read quickly closing on the end
only to find
the last
sentence
unfin-