In all the rain dances, Mora, she believes.
In all the rain dances, Mora, she believes.
Rattles could shake her to starry sleep.
Rattles could shake her to starry sleep.
All the starry rattles shake her to dances.
Mora believes she could sleep in rain.

The soft delay and sturdy legs bend in the breeze.
The soft delay and sturdy legs bend in the breeze.
But leaves that catch a glide enjoy the amble.
But leaves that catch a glide enjoy the amble.
The legs that amble and bend delay the sturdy catch.
But enjoy---the breeze leaves in a soft glide.

Of all the things she might remember, she does just to wait.
Of all the things she might remember, she does just to wait.
For virtuous as patience is, my Mora makes it saintly.
For virtuous as patience is, my Mora makes it saintly.
She does remember things--all of my virtuous patience.
Mora makes it just, as she is, to wait for the saintly might.

Thinking about worry, she would be but little shaken.
Thinking about worry, she would be but little shaken.
Her legs stretch and push away the tension in the race.
Her legs stretch and push away the tension in the race.
She would be thinking about the race and tension,
But her little legs, in worry, push the shaken stretch away.

02/26/2008

Author's Note: worst idea ever. haha. i hate this form but cannot resist its tempting challenge.

Posted on 02/27/2008
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