Total Eclipse of the Heart; Wait that Title is Taken
How many times has this word been written
or that one
or the one at the end of this line
We gather ideas like Easter Eggs
to display in our own hand basket
When placed side by side
one can see that there are no new eggs
only the arrangement differs
Every word written has seen the page before
Every letter now worn like a child’s favorite blanket
Yet, the Easter Bunny tempts us with the promise
of a golden egg
Waiting for us to find
behind the books
on a shelf
tucked inside a drawer
The hunt exhilarates us
Happy in every discovered egg
but yet
somehow just short of total joy
But you’ve read that before
