Happy Monday, if Mondays can be so. I have a poem, of sorts, in response to Brenda’s offering of a baker’s dozen of words. To see the list visit, and while you are there, wander through the different takes.
Process: Not much. I scrambled the words until they made sense. Some wordles are like that.
According to Previous Sources
In Italy, hallways, rooms, walls
limit the joy inherent in the delivery
so they move singing out to
the unlimiting sky, out to open
where gondoliers rest their oars
to use the hand gestures that carry
of the words.
Have a good week, everybody.