a tangent on

word is nothing to be feared
always contrite, apologizing for itself
in greedy leaps running for its life
as big as meadows, mind you

then it halts / and is dowdy-gorgeous
its composed head tilting like a dancing blue jay
and hands could become anything,
lobster claws, dionysus

and the word emerges, a palsied cat
with tremors in the wake
a tangent on

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