TITLE: Puppet Words By June Dickie 04/03/10 |
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I never know
quite what they’ll do,
these words that jump alive:
march straight like soldiers,
two by two,
or run away and dive,
and leap
and laugh,
and play
and hide
or quietly wait for me,
to usher them to their marked seat,
the place where they should be
sometimes they rustle in their skirts,
showing off their finery
they curtsey, and,
with heads demure,
look shyly up at me
and should I give the nod, their eyes
are filled with ecstasy
they dance,
and glide,
and toss their heads
and float in harmony
and as I join with them, I find
they’ve led me back to
You,
the One who pulls their strings,
and mine,
to show me something new
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