Interior Yardsticks Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Interior Yardsticks
Time measuring many circumstances with interior yardsticks
that never tire of being a part of music, everything coming
from within a wealth of animation.
Rhythms keep playing in roundabout styles of our lives, never
tiring of being held onto, wanting to be a part of an eluci-
date energy when played in moonlight before hiding and ducking
into spheres for one last time.
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