In a Word

In a Word

Random always changing
Turning, shifting
Facets of light and shadow
Variety in splendor
Random is the word.

Spontaneous from nothing
To something and beyond
Acceleration from a standing start
Out of the blocks and running
While I am left gazing in amazement.
Spontaneous is the word.

Committed and unfailing
Giving always giving
Beginning the race
Starting faster than the sun
And running long after it has quit
He wonders, probably,
Where she gets her energy
Committed is the word.

Variety of expression
And reflection
And reaction
Unpredictable and always beautiful
Like her curls
There is no way of telling which way she’ll turn
Variety is the word.

But these words are few of the many
All enticing and just my type
In fact, if she were
All wrapped up
In a word
I wouldn’t find her half as lovely.

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