Capital q Poetry
Poetry from the fellow Trent Bellwood
5/30/14
Lightly now
If I cup my hands about my ears
I'm going to pretend
That there's wind blowing
In the corridors
I'll take care
To creep in on it
And let the creature dance
In my head
No sense in letting It know
I'm here
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