Saturday, January 24, 2015


The words you speak,

The facial expressions you make,

Hold me captivated.


Time flies in endless motion,

Spaces of scenic transformation,

And yet, I remain captivated.


Like a witch and her wardrobe,

The mystic spell falls captivating me,

Turning me into a simple loaf of bread.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© January 2015

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