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The Writers Take Their Cue
Mikela's on the corner casting
Spells and calling rhymes
Waving over all the boys
To give her all their time
Quoting transcendental poets
Direct and paraphrased
The routes are open, many doors
She favors shrooms, I play
We discussed how visions cut
Right through the day-to-day
It's not hallucination
It's just another way
The fuss dies down, the cars are gone
The few who live here stay
Hum and rattle, a sleepy city
Never goes away
She improvised a long good-bye
And wrapped me up anew
Everyone went blank and stared -
"A special gift for you"
The writers take their cue
Bricks are laying mortar fire
Cannon across the bay
The river wrestles down the tide
And dawn will have its day
9/9/25
Demo - 9/9/25
© Huw Powell
humanthoughts.org
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