Looming figures in dark slanting shapes.
Tightly curled hoops with tails that wag
by strokes of exclamation - others wearily traipse.
Leisurely dangling curves that swing, or gently sag.
Your writing knows not the constraints of line -
a faint blue ridge that harshly marks the page -
but dances erratically in scribbles so fine,
and leaves printed word in jealous rage.