Dancing with giggles
and pirouetting with mime,
searching the dungeons for
words that will rhyme,
folds me and fills me
one bubble at a time,
as I amble and ramble
with senses sublime.

Pealing with laughter
and writing as I weep
creating poetry,
searching through word’s heap,
holds me and frees me,
with a fire kindled deep,
as I mumble and fumble,
key’s lock in my keep.

Erin Moen
8/9/02
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