by Valerie Worth
Plied over
Empty paper,
The shadowy
Tip of
This thin
Gold wand
Conjures up
Anything,
Everything.
This poem is from Valerie Worth's Peacock and other poems. From this book, I also really liked the title poem, Umbrella, Milkweed, and Clouds. I'll have to read more by Ms. Worth.
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