To A Doodle

It was, truly, nothing

When I began – mere

Automatic scribble –

Then suggestions began

To surface, gasping,

Grasping for recognition.

Now, is it a

Saucer or a jet-wing?

You would think I should know;

The pencil is in my hand

After all …

 

But, still I hesitate;

Delaying decision:

My fingers begin

To twitch again.

 

12/9/2012

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