Pantoum for Dream Girls
By Allison Joseph
Who knows where words can take a girl-
what palaces or haunted aisles?
What better way to cruise the world
than travel, pen in hand, for miles?
In palaces or haunted aisles
or beaches wide with shifting sands,
your words can travel far, for miles,
your poems crossing borders, lands.
On beaches wide with shifting sands,
the words will come to you like tides,
your poems crossing borders, lands,
your stories rising from inside.
When words come rising, swift as tides,
don't hesitate against their flow-
when stories rise up from inside
make time for them before they go.
Don't hesitate against that flow-
what better way to cruise the world?
Make time for words before they go.
Who knows where they can take a girl?
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