it would tell a story.
But characters rounded
to meet a rewarding suit
disappear into their actions.
Who and what is left
but the narrator
and the reader ?
To get across to you
what must I do ?
Paint a picture
of the cottage in the woods.
Yellow lattice shutters
keep the narrative
snuggly inside.
And what about
the lady trapped within ?
The decor of her morning
room, the sun
seeping in ?
She sips at a cup
of strong tea
and reads the paper
cover to cover
before sitting down
at her desk, to let
the pen flow
into a poem all her own.
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