(thoughts on Lauren Camp)
I read her words.
Like shiny stones they
tumble from the page.
The Watertumbless of words,
she intrigues me
pulls me in,
washing along with her thoughts
and concepts that whirl
about my mind’s eye.
I am lifted from my chair,
set free to blow about a
universe of possibilities.
She is the maestro
and my intellect --
her instrument of choice.
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