The girl that would not be good
grew up on a mountain side
shrieked out at the moon each day
turning. Hit trees with rocks
and rocks with trees. Jumped in falls,
drowned fish in dry air
and fed their scaleshielded flesh
to her sister. Gave their bones to her dog
She smashed up the house each morning
with the fury of high clouds
rained down the building stones
onto small roofs in fields far below
One day
she packed up the sky in her bag
went off dancing. Never came back.

the keys

All of the letters, all of the time
sit beneath my fingers
all of the clacking letters
chatter and hack out
workaday prose
hi
how was your weekend
where's the broken link
can you proof this please
my apologies for the slow reply
that make sense?
Got it. Thanks! and thanks. and tahanks!
all of the letters pour out
like water over a hundred pebbles, a thousand pebbles
grinding together on the river bed.