words elope
perhaps all alone
in nights sweet
and nights black
I am a child
fumbling my hands
on the faces of land
and the world topples
bounces about
this trembling scrawl
tentative almost
as the rickshaw
coughs and shakes
I don't say when I say
I am in love with words
sometimes the dance
sometimes song
sometimes the people
they carry along
I don't say— I don't say
I watch away
it is the child that writes
Mar 5, 2022
Mar 5, 2022 at 10:28 PM UTC
words elope
perhaps all alone
in nights sweet
and nights black
I am a child
fumbling my hands
on the faces of land
and the world topples
bounces about
this trembling scrawl
tentative almost
as the rickshaw
coughs and shakes
I don't say when I say
I am in love with words
sometimes the dance
sometimes song
sometimes the people
they carry along
I don't say— I don't say
I watch away
it is the child that writes
05/03/2022
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