The Wizard
for Robert Russell Calder
if rhymes were grappling hooks & his life hung
by a thread he would throw a rhyme that chimed
with a plane passing overhead loop around
a weather vane haul himself to safety
with a perfectly timed swing to a rooftop
like a beltless Tarzan impressing Jane
dressed in a python skin his bare hands killed
for only he’d been brave enough and skilled
can words cause impact rhymes renew strike chimes
that ring through time can words heal damage
coarse sentences wrought or even suture wounds
can words save lives magic make alter moods
they can
declaimed by wizards in disguise
making music from even plangent cries
copyright © Dick Russell, 2014, 2024
Richard M Russell
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