I Love The Dictionary Poem by moon batchelder

i love to read the dictionary
when i've time and i'm not very
busy - with the thousand things that
halt such vague meanderings.

to open it to any letter,
matters not! - which one soever
haply meets the fingertips,
in hopes, as tho, itself be picked.

lay flat the book and scan the pages
rapt by wit each word presages
meanings, past archaic wisdom;
magick, as if, hidden in them!

i play the role of necromancer,
spiral thoughts like belly dancers
writhe, - becoming poetry!
(or blythe recovered memories.)