Wednesday, April 07, 2010

NaPoWriMo Wednesday April 7, 2010

If it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.
William Shakespeare

When did my mysterious
itinerary with words
begin:  the one I could clear
on stilts, one that could send me
crashing by the moon’s frozen lake
when I dance in the vertigo
of the forked road, like a tide
of shadows watching a pheasant
nest on an icy dolmen?

©  Sergio Ortiz, April, 2010

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