tell of some pleasanter stories
than I've been prone to know
bring others forth
and following a stone cobbled road
like a clever ancient hare
leap up
quick with gleeful wisdom
In every jump
hop about hesitation
then stop and stare
from the tallest rock
make yourself a statue furry
stare down incivility smiling
and shout
I am the weaver of tales
then stop and stare
then speak.
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Beth Ann is a poet who still likes to eat, so she is often found dodging traffic and tourists while commuting to a part-time job. You can follow her on Twitter, @themirthfulpen, where she tweets about games, writing, and random silliness.
Bay Laurel / Volume 3, Issue 1 / Spring 2014