drafts
 
don’t mind when I eavesdrop      watch
the whispers   blowing     steamy
moistening the page to the point of weeping
 
beading drops      magnified words
presenting clues to the next cut
turned trance   turned séance   turned Ouija board
 
lights dim      silence serenades
sage and lavender to blossom in a
glowing halo   sparking
 
the oracle      in the rough
a swift diamond flying waking      each word chosen
following a magic spell      potion
 
piecing together ingredients of disposition and dialogue
a character      a poem      a tale
led by fingers      diligent in the subconscious
 
on once empty paper      in a new draft ink
renovated framework readies for breathy contemplation
     time to murmur again
 
in spirited composure joining its formers
breeding and breeding and breeding
     in the wind they call their own

Copyright © 2006 by Jennifer Yaros