Words
Jumbled letters locked in place
Frozen in time
I wonder
Do they get bored
Standing there all lined up
Like good little boys and girls
Do they ever wish they could whirl and twirl and spin
Do they ever try to waltz or zag or zip
When no one's looking
Always expected to perform on command
No deviations no exceptions
Straight lines without chaos or vacuums or jabberwockeys
Always neat rows untouched
untainted
unscarred
Words
Jumbled crows amidst the cornfield
Scattered by a pen
Tied tight against the scarecrow's chest
Ink stained rows pressed against the page
And then the Wiz goes flying by.
1 comment:
This was BRILLIANT! I smiled the whole way down. What a dance!
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