saturday afternoon
Reading another poetry anthology
Looking at the words; thinking mirrors,
Reflecting no image, capturing my spirit.
Magician savants, transporting my feelings
Across life’s terrain with eyes that feel
The heartbeat of the stones,
The breath of every tree,
And the memory of every Poet
That has ever lived.
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