"Write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of itself" is what we're up to today.
Here goes:
LOOK AT YOU GO
Look how your words slither and slide across the page and trying to hide,
dipping
then s t r i d i n g boldly out as if you're on skis,
the page in front of you
a steep, powder-laden run with only
the odd rock
or
x
tree x tree
xx
tree xx tree
xx
tree xx tree
xx
tree xx tree
xx
xx
xx
to slow
you
down
Sure, sometimes you wipe out
faceplant, lose your gear, break stuff
but sometimes you fly down that slope like you were made for each other
which is why you keep doing it,
yes?
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