The Unwritten
is in the mind
not yet a poem
the words
thoughts
scrambled, hiding
hyenas
on the edge
of a precipice
abandoned to itself
unseen, unheard
holding its breath
about to pop
trapped in stillness
waiting to speak.
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Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. Some of her work has appeared in Third Wednesday and Entering to name a few.