Facetious words to quench my thirst
Is nothing sacred these days?
Like marble from the quarry
In a statue like trance
The fog trailing around
In a variation of this life
Which without notice
Can oust you from your thoughts
While the vapors of the past
Creep though the defenses
And stature you have gained
Leaving you to start anew
Staring at the prose lined pages
Hoping for inspiration.

Laura R
4-16-03