and will they come
some lie in wait
and some will run'
Kit calls for
his words, I call
for mine
dictionaries gather
dust on the shelf
words wriggle in and out
of lobes in the brain
neuro paths dictate
the syntax
shopping list
or sonnet
cricket commentary
and IT carry
their own
lexicons
I walk the dog
whistling
bebop in the
Australian sunshine
sublime
ReplyDeleteFine, fine. Love the last image. :))
ReplyDeleteI wish all words wagged their tails as these ones seem to do! Love both.
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