The Coffee House

We;ve written forms---dancing proscribed
to tunes you called for us--
you geometric square-dance girl--
strings pulled--we chanced---by thus...

We've been your puppets--flopping limbs--
we're nothing but your toy--
fair father, mother, Texasbelle--
create a real girl/boy

We put ourselves into your hands
our work--to you we've bared
by all your power make us feel
fulfilled, strings finally sheared...




Dale Arthur

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