UNTITLED (WHO TAKE THEIR WAVING)

Who take their waving, wandering address

From a scribble’s SOS,

 

Who chant their winding human plots

Around a ballpoint’s pointless plots

 

Spellbound runnings that invoke us 

Into never-ending focus -

 

Into scrawling boundless oceans when

Authorized by a captive pen -

 

May these tugging lifelines blind you with 

Their rolling, calligraphic myth:

 

The map of valor, grace and charm,

Preserved by ink from time and harm.

 

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Tippet Alley

January 22 -28th, 2004