Friday, April 28, 2017

You can get all the way to the end
And find that something's missing.
You can wonder if it's done,
And others wonder with you.
You can lie in bed and dream
And feel the thunder,
See the lightning, be the very powers that be,
And still your thoughts be dumb, unthought,
For lack of the punctuation mark.

Punctuation, come and rest upon me.
Commas dangle on my breast,
Semi-colons from my ears,
Backslashes strung around my wrist,
Asterisks on my fingertips
And periods, like pearls around my neck,
All at my disposal.
But I can't seem to part
With this one very special exclamation point.

-jenn

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