“Words chased after words,
all through their pages.”
“I pulled one of my oars from its crutch,
and threw it at the rower.”
“Oh! Yes! I feel it! It’s warm.
It’s been baking in the sun.”
“Why doesn’t he catch a wave?
There, look, he missed one!”
“‘I am searching for a meaning!’ he said.
A crowd of curious people followed him.”
“Why should he carry on?
Why should he get out of bed?”
“The instrument is here,
but its magic is gone!”
She gently pressed her finger
to my nose and laughed.