The Editor

The Editor I see all you have written, Every word on the page. Each note in the score, Every dancer on the stage. I notice matched colors, In shirts just the same. I can't stop the patterns, They're just there in my brain. I see numbers as paragraphs, Their beauty and ease. If I'm at the zoo, I'd notice the fleas. Folks hate the corrections, That come from the editors. They're just honing our skills, to face our competitors. We say "Thanks" or "Oh No" Cuz we cannot combat, But just a twist and a tweak, and the poem is "All That" -Edlynn Nau 8-22-15