A thicket of thieves purloined my letters, trampling them underfoot,
into the mottled leaf carcasses strewn on the path,
recklessly ravishing a rambling creek in a rain-rutted ravine,
drinking crystal-clear water, slaking thirst with iciness, reviving tired limbs,
lounging bone-lazy in a magical copse, tracing the skeletons of dragonfly wings on the breeze.
What else have they stolen?
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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