Subtle, absorbing…
Into my book on desk I am,
Pages turned at the speed of wind
Intent and rapt
At the music of merging
Rapture of rhyme
Deftness of daub..
Subtle, absorbing…
Staring into the book on desk I am,
Pages turned by the wind..
Glued, immured
By the splendor of splodge
Fidelity of friction
Daintiness of a dive..
Subtle, absorbing…
But I re-opened the book
And finally closed the tap!!!
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