The Talisman

Once, she said, you used a word

I didn’t so much mind.

Hmm, but what was it?

None of those put forward:

Something airbrushed out

Of my vocabulary;

So should I chant a litany,

Trawl for turns of phrase?

If it exists,

Like the source of the Arrow,

Although that stream itself

Remains a myth,

I doubt that I stumbled across it;

Guess that she’s bluffing,

Or dreamt of a word

Far more exquisite than mine.

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Poet, essayist, dancer, performance artist....
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