The Artist
She smiles
Like a musician,
Constantly introducing
Some new idea, never once
Falling out of tempo, but then
She speaks such words like a river
Dammed up for too many decades,
Dropping a bucket into the well of
Her mind and drawing up millions
Of poetic phrases, which should
Be danced to, because you
Can’t hear this music
And remain still.
Time plays the
Piano but she
Is revealing
Herself in
Fragments.
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