Sunday, October 27, 2013


                     For a Spiral Bound Note Book



putting pen to paper   then
      pulling pages from a pad
            isn't easy
when the perforation is more for show
            than utility

this page clung to its stub
      like an infant to its mother
            an archetypal image
                  of an immortal
                        poised on a stepping stone
                              a stream in spate
      while her infant child
            still at suck
                  slipped    slid    from her breast

                  &
            pipes played
            nymphs sang
            muses inspired
            a child was weaned

    so now these words separate
    themselves from their author
    go out into the world on their own



                                    © Dick Russell, 2013


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