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Do I Really Need To Know

Do I really need to know Why the Flycatcher Sits atop the tallest weathered pole On a spring morning And releases this most fantastic trill, Rides it higher and higher To a manic rage, Causing every living thing for yards around To pause and take notice, Be captured— Lifted—suspended with lyric madness? And do I really need to know Why the rose Tilts its blossom bright, In a most flirting way Toward the blushed face On a rising sun? And do I really need to know Why bees and butterflies, Make daily deposits and withdrawals In open light, clear of armor, No guard these faithful vehicles flit and fly, Bankers free as sky? And do I really need to know Why you love me And I love you, When in those moments Of separation There is nothing… Not even space to count— For space can always Be filled by something, But true love Either is Or is not?

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Date: 10/6/2016 9:40:00 AM
Apparently you're enamored by flycatchers. :) I can't say which verse I like best, perhaps the last, but they're all delectably satisfying.
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Joe Dimino
Date: 10/10/2016 5:52:00 PM
Just that they happen to be plentiful in my backyard, and such fine singers. I love to sing as well. Thank you, Paloma. Have a beautiful day!!
Date: 10/5/2016 7:56:00 PM
thank you Joe, for your kind reply. LINDA
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Date: 10/5/2016 7:01:00 PM
Joe D., sometimes, i think it's better if we don't know... Just kidding, I love knowing, why???/ a fun and interesting poem. Linda
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Joe Dimino
Date: 10/5/2016 7:13:00 PM
Hi Linda. Thank you for commenting. Best is, just to know. That is truth. Anytime one needs to justify, give reasons for, no matter how logical the conclusion seems--it is not truth.

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