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 Excerpt from Book One of The Evans Poetry Collection, "Acres of Green and Oceans of Blue: Diary of a Runaway”:
Homage to Words
Words
They excite me
Rejuvenate me
Compel me to rise up from my bed
And write
Words
As they laugh so loudly, leap
Into my head
They orchestrate my thoughts
With harmonic symphonies
As they unite
Each newly formed subject and predicate
Dance a waltz before me
Words
They speak to me
Call out my name
And tell me what to do
They are the Paper-mate and Mead of my mind
That dictate everything that I must jot down
In and out of the corridors of my mind
They play hide-and-go-seek
Like darling forget-me-nots
Words
They creep and crawl
Into the deep crevices that they find
Becoming more and more intricate as they move along
Locating the adverbs and adjectives
Which fall into the arms of the preposition
And his many phrases
Words
They scurry about and
Run freely into the fortress of my ear
Each laugh echoes a thousand times
In the facets of my hollowness
I move to their rhythm
I dance to their beat
Words
They belong to me
And I belong to
Words
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