Audrey Ashira


In freewrite, poetry on January 15, 2011 at 12:41 pm

I’m thirsty for words
All of the sudden
I feel like I’m collecting them
by flour sacks
And the used and tattered books I find
Costing fifty cents from the second-hand store
Are portals more less than carpet bags
Like Mary Poppins had
And in them are a thousand words are so
Like coins
I find
I am a word collector.

  1. me too! A word collector. I like it. Sometimes, also, a word distributor as well.. =)

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