it was one of those warm
emotions suspiciously sensual
& the droll actual mouth
watering give me
more to the
point
I
was
dripping
with astonish
and all she had to
do was paint up a few
already well known idioms

ultimately it came to pass in those
moist droppings alive with sympathetic
insight & signals ushered in a whole new
festive relationship with the clean white
vellum sheets that screamed to her
long before the dawn even
thought of ever
breaking

she was
never silly enough
to trade that relationship with
her pen for a second rate opportunity
in some forgotten organization
she was silly enough
though to

continue

to be a writer
in her freedom but not silly
enough to give up her freedom
for a piffling position in an exotic
priesthood that was obviously
run by aliens using private
interpretation rather
than author's
pen

I'm guessing those would
say the acumen was some what
of a miracle for her believing that
is of course if one could see
how to believe that
way..!

(moral for aliens)

one

should never be to concerned
or hasty with flaws in the view of
who did the writing when in
sight far out weighs
animosity
~